Saturday, January 22, 2022

Compounded Pain

I thought it would be just another day, but there in the middle of the day, the painful, hurtful words of false accusation were hurled at me slicing through my heart. I went home and the tears just wouldn't stop. "Why God?"I cried, does this hurt so deeply. The answer is, that it is compounded pain. Layer after layer of pain was laid each time I have been falsely accused. 
I've been repeatedly beaten because of accusations. I've been accused of so many things. Too many to write: The lies of blame compound.

Apparently it is my fault that my mom and dad rejected me as a baby, because I rejected them by crying. Age 5 I remember being accused of attractng the molestations by wearing the wrong nighty on my tiny body. Yet they bought my nightie.
Age five, Accused of try to embarrass my mom when I wasn't dressed adequately for school, and showed up with no underwear out of obedience, because my mom told me exactly what to wear and nothing else or if be spanked. I was scared so I obeyed. 
Year after year, accusation after accusation. 
Day after day, misunderstood, punished beaten, berated, starved, yelled at, demeaned, gossiped about, abused. 
When my ex was threatening to kill us the pastor accused me saying, "everyone says you are sooooooo sweet! So what, in your sweetness makes your husband so repulsed by you to make him act out.. Accusing me, blaming me for his abuse! 
He later accused me of being the nail in the coffin of our marriage when I refused to let my ex molest our daughter. 
Each year, more abuse, more accusations by abusers. 
It's their way, it seems. They cast false accusation to deflect from their sin, which is often the very thing they accuse you of.
The cheating husband perpetually accused me of cheating. I was faithful but he was with so many women. 
My rejecting parents accuses their baby of rejection for crying? They are the adults. 
When does it stop? 
I've tried to move on, live life, forgive but each time a new false accusation is thrown at me I loose all hope all trust in humanity. 
Do I defend myself. Do I keep silent... Oh God where do I go from there. 
I've stoid silent as my name has been run through the mud again and again. 
God give me strength to respond with wisdom and grace.