This is a post that has been sitting in my draft folder for two years. In fact, most of the posts have been sitting in that same folder. I'm getting them out now and hoping they help me in the telling -- and you as you walk this journey with me.
This is a story about telling the truth. Not his truth, mine. It's a post about getting real and accepting. It's a post that I have stared at for a long time wondering if I should hit the delete or keep on going.
Today, I'm going to get real.
Today, I'm going to call a spade -- a spade.
Today, I'm going to tell a story about a girl who married a man with sexual additions.
This story might take a long time to tell. I might take me a while because this is a story I have kept inside me and never wanted anyone to hear. In fact, I was afraid of owning it myself. Which is why this story is buried in this blog and not the first entry.
Here's my story:
I have been married 24 years and until this past year I did not even have a name to call what was happening to me. I felt like something wasn't right and I was powerless to fix it. Until this year. Finally, after 24 years, and more hurt than any soul should bear, I found me and I found a way out.
In truth, it doesn't matter what he did so that isn't part of this story. It won't make anyone feel better to hear details of a marriage of infidelity or sexual addictions. It won't make anyone feel better to hear how the pain tore up a daughter of God -- and her children. It won't make me feel better to tell it, so that isn't the story I will write. The story I want to tell is how love, faith, hard work and a bit of getting real, calling it what it is, has shown me peace I didn't think I would ever find. It hasn't changed the story, or what happened, or the person who brought all the pain my way. It has changed me --- and if going through all of this has brought me to who I am now, shown me who I can become, then I am so grateful the Lord took me down this path to learn what He wanted me to learn.
....to be continued.....
awesome!
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