At the risk of being dramatic, I have been betrayed by someone I loved in the past. I have been forsaken in favor of another, I have been lied to, I have been unceremoniously removed from people's lives as-if-I-really-didn't-matter (truth is, I probably didn't). Point is: I've been there, been hurt many times over. But applying mommy's wisdom to my love-life today, I truly am thankful that whatever that the men I loved-in-the-past did to me, atleast they didn't drown me, carve up my body and then eat my meat with potatoes just because they were hungry.
I think it's about time I listened to mommy now. And so:
Dear God,I am very-very sorry for all the many times I whined (at-large) about my sad love-life. I'm also very sorry that I have kept going-on-and-on about being emotionally manhandled by the Peter Pans of this world. Instead, let me thank you for giving me people-to-love who - despite all their faults - were genuinely lovable. Thank you for being kind enough to keep me away from carnivorous monsters. Thank you for keeping me safe and healthy and very, very happy with who I am.I'm not at-all-sure what happens to people after they're dead and gone. But if religious lore be true, and they do end up with you, could you please take special care of the little girl who met a fate truly, truly worse than death. Could you also tell her that I hope those bastards get their due (both in this world, and in whatever comes after) and that if there is any justice in this place they will suffer. And, if at all possible, can you please give her a hug? Because no one, no matter who they are, and how stupid their life choices might be, deserves the kind of fate she had.Thank you,- Xeb