And now I know for certain(?)

Friday, April 15, 2011

Dear Diary,

As you well know, 23 years later I am still dealilng with the issues. 23 years later I am seeking answers to a mileau of questions.

23 years my best friend and my ex-husband have been married.

23 years now the son that was concieved during our marriage is full grown.

The 3 of us are facing the futur.

The 3 of us are sharing the present.

The memories still fresh in my memory.

Years of therapy (and medication) and EE has not eased my pain, erased my grief or chased the ghost away.

23 years.

In the midst of our battles - his quest for freedom; my challenge to keep our family (hold my world) together shattered in my hands. He continued to abuse me. He ventured into abusing 2 of our 3 children.

I faced the choice I could not faced: the only home I had ever known. Walk out of my marriage and away from the only man I had ever love (the man who calmly stated he had ceased to love me.) Walk away from the pulpit the Ministry my God had called me to. The Ministry my "people" had shunned me in. Walk away. Abandon hope. Abandon faith - except to believe God had better things for me.

I believed in homelessness, I believed in sickness and in shelters.

They married, sold my only home and progressed toward their expensive cars and the 250,000 mansion in a secluded neighborhood.

I hugged my bible. My only conselation and whispered, "God has not abandoned me. I can't feel His Presence, my prayers are failing me, sickness has shatered my body mind, soul and spirit but I know He cares for me. The Lord is on my side."

23 years.

At times I found myself whimpering in pain, "Does God love me? If so why does He not rescue me." Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome gripes me once more and shadows of child Cheryl flash through my memory, "Daddy you said you loved me. You promised to come back to help me." I close my physical eyes. I close my mental eyes. I try not to see. I fight the memories. And yet I feel him. I can smell him. His body. His breath. Another man is mounting child Cheryl. My mind takes off to my "Happy Place". Adult cheryl is hugging herself. Crying and wondering when will this misery ever end.

I rise. I find something to eat. NO! I put that back. I find something to clean. I lose myself in scrubbing. But nothings ever clean enough! I am sick. I am weak. I sit. Sweating and I know. Nothing will ever be clean again.

I shut my eyes. I shut my ears but still I hear my beloved saying, " I can't stand the sight of you. I the sound of your voice sickens me." I hear him. I wonder, "Why is he saying the exact words I told him years before my mother had said to me?" "Words she said to me as she wrestled me from the play graound and tossed me into prostitution." I was 9? I was 39? My mind could no longer separate the two.

I heard him saying, "I love my children but if the price of being with them is being with you. I chose neither. " Then he did.

15 years I accepted this "truth". I pledge that my children would not suffer for the fact that I was "unlovable" "unworthy" "failed as a wife".

I vowed to keep their father in their lives.

Many years in ragged "hoopty" "push 'em - tow 'emj" cars. Many more years of sun, rain, sleet and snow on the bus stop - the children shivering at my side.

Drop them off before he gets there. Pick them up after he is gone. That was my stategy. They WOULD have what I NEVER did. A mother and a father that loved them dearly - even though we were apart!

To my dismay. To their distruction. My strategy failed. Our enemy wasz strong.
His absence loomed heavily in their hearts.

To be continued.

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    Keep in mind Psalm 23 as you go through this 23rd year.
    3258 days ago
    Cheryl-- All I know is that you are NOT unloveable! This man abused you, so he didn't love you and you didn't love him.... You just wanted the safety of a man. I'm sorry you have suffered so in your life. You can move on and move past and let go! Keep the faith! Peace, Melissa
    3264 days ago
    Just reading about your pain brings tears to my eyes. I can only imagine the pain you suffered and continue to suffer as you relive these tragic events in your life. May God our heavenly Father, the healer of all our wounds turn all the hurtful events of your life into good and bring you beauty out of ashes. Keeping you in my prayers and in my heart in a special way. emoticon
    3269 days ago
    I know some of this grief first hand. You have beautifully written about some anguishing pain in your life's story.

    The consolation we have as children of the most High God is we know the ending is VICTORIOUS!

    I will praise you Lord when the enemy reminds me of my past and I will think on "good things" by the power of your Holy Spirit. I may be pressed don't but I CANNOT BE SHAKEN as I stand firmly in your presence.

    Love and hugs to you sweet sister in Christ!
    3269 days ago
    Cheryl, I am so sorry for your painful childhood, and marriage.
    I am praying for our dear heavenly Father's healing touch on your life.
    How much sweeter heaven will be to you when the Lord Jesus who loves you and understands all of your pain takes you home where you will know His everlasting comfort. Until He comes, I am praying right now that He will quiet you with His love, as we did with our own children when they came crying to us.

    "The LORD your God in your midst,
    The Mighty One, will save;
    He will rejoice over you with gladness,
    He will quiet you with His love,
    He will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17

    Love, Hugs, and prayers,

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    3270 days ago
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