After walking into court, nervous as a child walking into a kindergarten class for the first time, I left out in pure defeat.
After the protective order was denied and the defendant gave his (lies) I soon realized that this road to closure was not gonna be a wide one and it surely wasn’t going to be easy. I realized that it will be one that must be studied and mastered. I realized that if I don’t change the way I travel (anger) that I will live the rest of my life in defeat.
As I type this with tears in my eyes I realize there are so many women out there like me. They tell their story of abuse yet nobody comes to their rescue. They try to move on with their life but remnants of past pain hunt the way they cope with minor disappointments in new relationships. They give freely of themselves and are disappointed when its not given in return. They KNOW they deserve more, but yet feel stuck in a box on an isolated, desolated island.
You all never know hurt until you have experienced it. You will never know how to help another person heal if you never have went through the process.
I BELIEVE GOD! “So the last will be first, and the first will be last.” -Matthew 20:16