There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
Gentle sin is without malice or intent. You cannot want to do harm to someone before entering a room, that is intent. You cannot break down our apartment door with an audio recorder in your pocket, already recording and while breaking things throughout our apartment tell me I am “destroying our apartment” all so you can let people listen to that recording later.
That is premeditated and malicious.
You cannot assault me and then claim you don’t know what I am talking about and that you were never here.
You cannot bring an audio recorder into our private marriage counseling sessions, so not even the counselor is aware that you are recording the three of us. All of this was done with intent and malice and has insidious qualities. You kept telling everyone that all the things you were doing to me, I was doing to you. You kept taking my car keys, my debit cards, my phones and hiding them. I just found a pile of cards a week ago when I went to move a pile of your stuff I had never been able to lift because it was too heavy and last week I was finally able to have it moved. A stack of cards I’d had tucked in the front pocket of my purse, that I left sitting on the kitchen table went missing one-day last summer… I asked you if you took them and you told me I must have lost them.
That a person who claimed they loved me, a man who should have been protecting me, was trying to hurt me in one of the worst ways possible.
How far I’ve come.
How much talking to all these women meant to me. How I honor my son with this website.
You were telling me daily that I was losing my keys, my phones, my debit card, my storage card. You were locking me out of our apartment and wouldn’t let me in.
You were making me stand in our hallway and call you over and over, texting for all hours and pounding on the door… the entire time claiming you couldn’t hear me. Our dog was barking the entire time. I stood out there for over 20 minutes trying to get in through our door and couldn’t.
I am just so thankful you were never as smart as you thought you were.
You were someone I thought I could trust. I would never have hurt you like that. I tried to help you.
I have nightmares every night. I have nightmares every night about being attacked, about being assaulted. I wake up in the middle of the night panicked thinking I am being assaulted. I feel like I am being held down on the bed. Like someone is on top of me and I can’t move.
I just want it to stop. You have done these things to me. Even right now, all you want to do is continuing taking things from me.
I can’t afford an attorney.
I am trying to be practical, genuine and compromise. It feels, as usual, it’s all about what Karl wants all the time, any time, no matter what.
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life