Malinda
04-16-2010, 07:45 AM
This morning, on the way home from dropping the kids off at school, the same old internal dialogue started playing through my head, reliving and rehashing the abuse. But this time I began to realise something.
The whole rehashing, reliving began because in dropping my kids, I have the opportunity to possibly run into an old "friend" from my SA church.
This is one of those "friends" that abandoned me when I left. They chose them, the abusive church, over me. Even after they learned some of the truth, and that they too were being used and abused.
I pray that I don't run into my old SA church members because, to be completely honest, I can't say anything nice about my old pastors and that church. I want them, my old "friends", to choose me instead of my abusive Pastors. I'm so incredibly angry at the people who abandoned me. The "best" friends that have never bothered to write, or call, or stop by. I think I'm more angry at those "friends", which then fuels my anger towards my SA Pastors. I feel like my SA pastors stole my friendships from me too.
Pretty much, I want my SA pastors to fall. I want to be right and them wrong and have all those who turned their back on me, see it.
I guess I'm finally just getting to the part to where I grieve my lost friends. The hard part is though, that their ghosts are lurking around every corner and at any moment, I can come face to face with that apparition of who they once were to me.
I poured myself out for them and one by one, just like Ceasar, punched me full of holes.
Guess I'm just having a lonely day.
I'm on my way on the road of forgiveness for my SA Pastors, but I have yet to begin the journey on that road for my "friends".
Any one relate?
The whole rehashing, reliving began because in dropping my kids, I have the opportunity to possibly run into an old "friend" from my SA church.
This is one of those "friends" that abandoned me when I left. They chose them, the abusive church, over me. Even after they learned some of the truth, and that they too were being used and abused.
I pray that I don't run into my old SA church members because, to be completely honest, I can't say anything nice about my old pastors and that church. I want them, my old "friends", to choose me instead of my abusive Pastors. I'm so incredibly angry at the people who abandoned me. The "best" friends that have never bothered to write, or call, or stop by. I think I'm more angry at those "friends", which then fuels my anger towards my SA Pastors. I feel like my SA pastors stole my friendships from me too.
Pretty much, I want my SA pastors to fall. I want to be right and them wrong and have all those who turned their back on me, see it.
I guess I'm finally just getting to the part to where I grieve my lost friends. The hard part is though, that their ghosts are lurking around every corner and at any moment, I can come face to face with that apparition of who they once were to me.
I poured myself out for them and one by one, just like Ceasar, punched me full of holes.
Guess I'm just having a lonely day.
I'm on my way on the road of forgiveness for my SA Pastors, but I have yet to begin the journey on that road for my "friends".
Any one relate?