So often, during this time of abuse, I thought about the Bible story of Hagar, and I saw her and myself in a similar light... for we both played the part of
substitute.
16 Now Sarai, Abram’s wife had borne him no children, and she had an Egyptian maid whose name was Hagar. 2 So Sarai said to Abram, “Now behold, the Lord has prevented me from bearing children. Please go in to my maid; perhaps I will obtain children through her.” And Abram listened to the voice of Sarai. 3 After Abram had lived ten years in the land of Canaan, Abram’s wife Sarai took Hagar the Egyptian, her maid, and gave her to her husband Abram as his wife. Genesis 16:1-3 NAS
Of course, realistically, I did not conceive or have a child, but... I can't help wondering if my mentor's wife knew... if she accepted what was happening because it somehow relieved her of certain "wifely" obligations and responsibilities. How could she not know? How could she turn a blind eye? How could she say she loved me like a daughter and still allow this to happen?
