I was angry with what he said. So angry. And it wasn’t the first time.
I could have started laying blame, or said something unkind.
But I took a risk.
A big risk.
And I told him why I hurt.
Why I was angry.
To my surprise
He said he could relate to that.
Apparently, he was speaking from his pain, too.
A similar pain.
I can’t say who it was.
It’s not my story to tell, and best I know, he hasn’t told it yet to the Big Wide World.
It’s harder for guys.
We’re seen as less than men when we are violated.
It cuts deeper when women have violated us– some won’t believe!
So we stay quiet.
But I got tired of staying quiet.
I started blogging 10 years ago to find answers.
Answers to the fear, the anger, the hate, the suffering.
I began so I could find my voice, after so many years that I had none.
I don’t know if I have the answers, but I think I know the questions.
And I will ask why
Till all are healed
Till all are one.