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How could she let this


How could she let this happen

She put her trust in a deceiver

She let this man enter our lives

She knew what he was capable of

She married him.

 

She brought him to church with us

To family gatherings, even put him in our family portraits

You would think we were a perfect image

She made everybody forget who he was

A predator.

 

He changed who she was completely

Drugs entered our home, she became best friends with dealers

Did she forget she had three little girls in the house

We needed a mother who would teach us that men like this were dangerous

She welcomed him.

 

The woman who took me to birthday parties with friends

Who refused to let me fail in class or miss a day of school

Now let me come home with Ds, I missed weeks of school

I almost failed, but that wasn’t enough for her to notice she was failing us

She was unrecognizable.

 

This man brought nothing positive to our family

He committed an unspeakable crime

She lost everything, her kids, her friends, her family, she was alone

She depended on drugs, became homeless, stuck in rehabs

She was nothing.

 

I still loved her, it’s not possible to stop loving the person who created you

Years went by, I learned to forgive her for the danger she put us in

And forgive her for the years of not knowing whether she was getting help or on the streets

She is a new woman, going back to church, going to work, going home when she likes

She was saved.

 
 
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