My prayer for you

I don't think anyone likes being lied to. Fooling myself at the time was better than looking the truth dead in the eye. The trouble is now, looking back, I have no idea what was real or fake. It's amazing what we tell our hearts to believe when we so desperately want someone to be good. I believed in him until the very last moment when his wickedness was so apparent that even me and my optimistic heart could no longer deny what his actions so clearly stated. He found the one person to love him deeply, yet cast me aside into the dirt with the back of his hand. My pain is temporary, and even now has a blunt edge. But whatever pain he feels that could cause him to be so cruel to the people he loved - that will take a much longer time to cure.

It is my prayer to him that when he finds someone to love him as best as they can, that he no longer fears them. It is my hope for him that then he can stop feeling so small. Perhaps then he can feel true confidence within himself. I hope he remembers that the only way he could make this little girl fear him was by being abusive. I hope one day he understands what that says about him as a man.