EVERY ‘Tuesday’ for NOVEMBER 2017
- Remember me…who is so terrified that I’ll never tell anyone for fear he’ll kill me.
- Remember me…who is caught up in the belief that the man should be in control, the head of the house, and never
- Remember me…who watches my parents fight each night while I curl up in the corner trying to hide.
- Remember me…who believes a good woman never leaves her man.
- Remember me…who knows a man isn’t suppose to hit a woman, so when she comes after me I lower my head and sit on my hands.
- Remember me…whose young brain is actually changed by the violence I experience in my own house.
- Remember me…who is so ashamed of what is happening to me that I won’t dare ask for help.
- Remember me…who finally got the courage to leave but now lives in terror because he stalks me.
- Remember me…because I grew up believing that what my parents did to each other is normal.
- Remember me…who keeps praying that it will stop, but it doesn’t.
- Remember me…who is already isolated by the faith community because I’m gay so being isolated & criticized by my partner feels familiar and deserved.
- Remember me…who proves by staying that I can handle anything.
- Remember me…who stays “for the children’s sake”.
- Remember me…who sits in your congregation, listens to your words, and know you don’t have a clue what my life is like.
- Remember me…who hears you talk about forgiveness so I forgive again and again and again, and the violence repeats again and again and again.
- Remember me…who made a vow to stay in this relationship for better or worse, but the “worse” is more terrifying that I could ever imagine.
- Remember me…who believes I deserve this.
- Remember me…who steps up to “take it” for my mom so he’ll stop hurting her.
- Remember me…the officer who knows how dangerous intervention is, but goes to the call anyway.
- Remember me…the shelter worker who sees the same family come through again and again, and wonders if it’s worth it to even try to help.
- Remember me…the fresh seminary graduate with only one pastoral care class, unequipped for the stories that I will hear.
- Remember me…who dreads the footsteps in my own house.
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