...He wanted my time, my touch, my undivided attention. He wanted my physical closeness, and my obedience. He wanted me to be in favor of anything he might suggest. He wanted to shower with me, sleep with me, experiment on me, have sex with me. I truly felt like a big part of my life was no longer my own.
And after being with him, I would go home to take care of my children, and cook dinner for my husband, and act like everything was just fine. I would sing in the church choir, and teach my students at school, and work on my hobbies... and no one knew about the darker side of my life.
Surely if I was a stronger person... if I was walking more closely with God... if I truly loved my husband... if I were more devoted to my children... if... if... if... I felt like a liar... a prostitute. I felt dirty, weak, stupid, unlovable, cast out by a God who was supposed to be protecting me. I felt like I was not going to Hell, but in Hell already. And I hated who I had become. Sometimes, even now, I still feel that way.
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