Based on a true story, I have uploaded for free.
Emotions and dealing with anxiety and PTSD
This is more for young children, it can relate to adults as well.
Hi everyone, Yes it's me Sam. I know I left some of you hanging last week about my previous post:
I did come to a conclusion about my current relationship...I'm sure some of you thought, well if you think he is cheating...dump him.
Trust me this was no easy decision, I even almost hired a detective to see if he was cheating on me.
I kept thinking to myself what if i am wrong, how will he feel.
Then another part of me said what if I am right?
Trust me, I reached out to my mom and my best friend...asking for their advice.
Finally, I sat down with my Pastor and she said "First and foremost it is up to you."
Then she continued, "Sam, I have been unofficially a marriage counselor for over 20 years, and have seen almost everything about infidelity."
"I am going to ask you some question...OK?"
I nodded my head holding my breath, thinking do I really want to know.
Her first question was "Do you have proof he has cheated on you, or is this a gut feeling?
I quietly murmured. "I guess it is my gut, something is different about him and I can't put my finger on it."
So she asked "What's changed recently that makes you feel like something is going on?"
I replied. "He has been coming home late and seems more distant then normal."
She then asked "Have you confronted him?"
I shook my head no and responded "I thought he was saving up more money for our trip to Europe and was finishing up some things before we leave."
She then stopped and said. "I need to talk to him, and understand why he seems different."
I'll admit I was scared, but told he=-er that I would ask him.
So later that night I stayed up until he got home, and had a special candle lit dinner laid out for him.
When he walked in the door, he was surprised and said "So what's the special occasion?"
In a not so certain tone, I replied. "I am happy to be marrying the most wonderful man in the world."
I believed he sensed something wrong and asked me to sit down, because he had been wanting to tell me something.
A tear slowly fell down my face as he began his story.
He said. "When I was five years old my aunt sexually abused me for 2 years every weekend." "She made me use strange objects on her, and she would then use them on my and use her paddle.
Hearing his story, I begin to cry for him.
He gently pulled me off of him and said. "There is more I need to tell you."
(to be concluded)...
Hugs and Prayers,
Sam
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