Yesterday someone asked how they could Pray for Me.
Yesterday I answered: To Help Me Find Peace.
What I Really Meant to Say Was: Pray That I Find Peace To Rid Myself of Hate.
Hate of Myself.
Hate for the Selfish and Foul Soul that Believes Sleeping with a Married Man is Acceptable.
Hate for my Husband for Destroying Everything I Believed In.
Hate for my Husband for Taking the Easy, Coward’s Way Out Through Betrayal.
I Hate that I Love my Husband Still.
I Hate the Way I Cry When He Speaks.
I Hate how Easily I Melt When He Kisses Me. When He Holds Me.
I Hate that When He Grabs Me, He Can Make it All Go Away.
And When He Leaves Me, I Hate that He Doesn’t Stay.
I am Consumed by My Hatred of What My Life Has Become.
I Try Not To Be.I Pray Not To Be.
My Heart and Soul are Consumed and Corrupted by Hate.
In the Same Way My Heart and Soul are Consumed by Love.
I Need Prayers.
I Don’t Want to Hate with the Strength that I Love.