When I talk about being married almost forty years to a practicing pedophile, I say it with shame. I say those words with horror. I almost always have at least two very bad days of haunting dreams and lots of tears after I write a blog post. Why? Because there is still a part of me that agonizes over the fact that I was duped. I didn’t know the man I was married to for almost four decades! I grieve the fact that this man was so good at deceiving me and others that he got away with molesting children for all of those years!
If you are new to this blog, it’s important for you to begin here. It’s hard to start in the middle of a story and grasp the full impact — especially with a story that is as complicated as this one. As you are reading, take time to pause and allow the words to sink deep into your heart. What you are reading is not just hard to read, but it’s hard to believe.
And pedophiles are counting on just that — making it hard for you to believe that they could ever commit such horrendous acts! Continue reading