The question comes up frequently, “What do you do with the pedophile who has repented? He’s served his time in prison, paid his dues, said he’s sorry, has asked for forgiveness. What is the responsibility of Christians?”
That’s a great question! We do we do? What do we do as families? Welcome these people back with open arms and open hearts? Do we forgive and forget? Do we take the pedophile at his word and never question him again? Do we hold this person to some kind of accountability? If so, what should that accountability be?
When I got married, I thought I knew how my life would unfold. Love. Marriage. Children. Country home. Gardening. Sewing clothes. Cooking lots of great food. Church and at home bible studies. Seeing kids through school then off to college. Graduations. Weddings. Grandbabies. And, finally full circle back to living with the love of my life, John, enjoying our golden years together for the remainder of our lives.
This blog is about what it was like being married to a practicing pedophile for almost forty years — and not knowing it. Look at the signs with me – the red flags — that were there all of those years waving at me begging me to look inside. Get educated with me so that you can learn how to identify child predators before they stop grooming and close in on the child and molest. If you’re new to this blog, please start here.
Every woman wants to be loved. That is a fact. I’m not talking about just the physical act of love, but women want “relationships.” Women want to know that they are loved by one man and that he is hers exclusively. Women respond to the word love — even when it’s not spoken. Sometimes just holding a woman’s hand is enough to make her feel genuinely loved. Women are emotionally wired to crave love!
If you’ve been following along with my story, you know that by now John and I had been in a rocky marriage for a long time. Actually, I take that back. He thought it was awonderful marriage. I was the one who was constantly confused, upset, hurt, crying, disillusioned, and often felt like I was a bit on the crazy side. He was a difficult man to figure out and by now I had all but quit trying!