Category Archives: Spiritual Abuse

My Faith….or Lack Thereof

I’m angry at God right now.  In fact, I’m not on speaking terms with Him at all.  I don’t trust Him and in fact, think He’s actively working against me.  It just seems that every time I think I’m getting something good, it gets yanked away from me. Endellion said this is an ethical problem.  …

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Spiritual Abuse

As with everything else I’ve tackled since leaving Bubba, I do not feel ready to tackle this issue.  I’m actually quite terrified by the thought of confronting this.  I love God.  I’m just scared of His people. I was thinking about it this morning and I had a big light bulb moment.  The Christians I’d …

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Church

Friday night when Arcadia, Sean, and I were talking, I just randomly asked him what he thought about submission in marriage.  So many people believe in Wife Only Submission (WOS) where it is only the wife who has to submit to her husband regardless of how she feels.  That is the thinking that helped keep …

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1-2-13 Guest Post by Cantata

Hello, Hope Wears Heels readers, I am a fellow blog follower and friend of Hope and Endellion. I comment occasionally as Cantata, so that is what you can call me here. My story is eerily similar to both of theirs, my ex Bertie read the abuser handbook too. Here is a shortened version of my …

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Spiritual Abuse

Serenity gifted me with tickets to see a Christmas musical at a local church.  The thought of stepping into a church was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach but she was so excited about having gotten me tickets, that I decided to just suck it up and go.  I asked Arcadia and …

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The Happy Place

I found a way to cope with the pain (both mental and physical) of the rapes. Before God saved me, I would fantasize that Bubba was someone else.  I had a laundry list of celebrities I used to fantasize about.  I have a very active imagination and if I close my eyes, I can see …

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My Faith

God saved me a few years before my marriage died.  I started attending a Southern Baptist church because their theology seemed to line up with what I believed.  I talked to my sister, Nancy, about my faith because she was a Christian also. Nancy had been a Christian for much longer than I had been …

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