I walked in after work and she was on the couch crying. My first thought was someone had died.
“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.”, she managed to say between sobs.
I knew I shouldn’t ask but it came out anyway, “Why would I leave you? What are you so upset about?”
“I can’t stand the guilt anymore, I can’t pray, I can’t think, and now I can’t sleep. I’ve just got to tell you.”
“Tell me what? Would you tell me what’s gotten you so upset?” I was getting impatient and the images were flying through my head.
“Ever since I was eight years old, dad has been having oral sex with me. I’ve tried and tried to stop but he always had a way to make me do what he wants. I couldn’t tell mom, where would she go, what would she do with three kids and no job? I couldn’t tell anyone, no one would believe me.”
“I don’t know what to say.”, I mumbled.
“It didn’t stop when we got married. His “little talks” that he has with me are him making me do the same things again. I wanted to tell you a million times, but I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t leave me.”
We sat on there in each others arms, by shirt soaked from her tears. I said, “What do you want to do?”
“I’ve got to tell mom, if nothing else she can come stay with us.”
Oh no she’s not, she can fend for herself, I thought, but instead I said, “It would be good, you two could start healing together.”
She stood and walked to the phone, she stood there looking at it like it was a viper ready to strike. She slowly picked it up and dialed. “Hello mom, are you going to be home tomorrow? There’s something I have to tell you. I want to talk with you alone.”
“I know why you’re here,” her mom said, “he told me last night. He figured why you were coming and what you have to say. I’ll tell you this, it is hard, but I’m forgiving him. What he did was so wrong, but I have to forgive him.”
My wife looked like someone had just ran a sword through her heart. She sat there with her mouth open, trying to form words that wouldn’t come. I could feel the heat rising in on my neck as the rage started building in me. “What do you mean he told you? He told you that and you can forgive him? Do you realize what he did to your daughter? Did you know what was going on?”
Her mom looked at me with tears running down her cheeks, “I suspected but I didn’t know for sure.”
About that time her dad walked in. He sauntered over and held out his hand for me to shake. I looked at him and said, “You’ve got to be kidding!” He backed away and sat down in his chair.
“I guess it’s all out in the open now. That’s good. We can start over now. I want to ask for your forgiveness. You both know Jesus and you know he said to forgive.”
That was all my wife could take, “YOU of all people are bringing Jesus into this? If you wanted to act like Jesus, why did you do what you did? How could you teach Sunday School and then come home and make me take my clothes off and do the things you made me do? I never had the joy of the Lord that the other kids talked about because I knew what was waiting for me when I got home. Don’t you dare bring Jesus into this!”
He started to say something else but I stood up and looked him in the eye. “As of today, you are dead to us. Do not try to contact us, if we decide to we’ll call you. Come on, we’re leaving this house of trash.”
She couldn’t forgive herself and decided that divorce was her only option. So our lives went separate ways. The information I have heard since is that she has married and divorced twice since our divorce. I pray for her every night that she will find peace through Jesus and the love of the Father.
As for her dad, last I heard he started his own church.
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