We escape from our closest circle. If we leave for any reason and therefore we leave home. If it is your custom to return. They would not have mercy against you because less is more and regardless of whether it touches you to cry in silence it is better to forget what one day it was. Well, it will never be again. Don't come home this Christmas. Nobody awaits you anymore.
It happened quietly. She began with the cunning of her complicit grandparents. Without realizing it they took her everywhere and for her free time to school. There were hints of what she was up to, as Ashley never asked anything before her father's day. But everything happened disappeared. Until she was ten.
It was the date of a birthday celebration and they handed out a lot of those things for crazy hours. Suddenly in the festive euphoria they turned one towards me and threw all kinds of things like in a carnival.
How embarrassing, uncomfortable, with mention of the irritable but no. In me it caused a great disappointment because everyone attacked, doing bullying. My heart in that moment understood. That nothing would ever be normal again. The hatred towards my trips and short stays took its existential costs: to be or not to be.
As a son I failed. I'd say taking the blame on my parents. Well, thrown out on the street, since he was a teenager; Still, I was coming home. He forgave in cycles of one to five or more years. The paradox is that on my wife's side things are darker, more intriguing and aberrant. Making a fool of myself is a weak term to describe humiliations, limitations of affection, dissatisfaction with not satisfying the family that rejected me, to the point of ending up badly hurt. Bodily destroyed, one day June 20, 2004 in a hospital bed with a short cure of a month; but that marked my soul with deep wounds for life. It's not that you can't trust it. It is the same as forgiving: "seventy times seven".
Do you want to do it I ask. Inescapable. Reasonable: Leaving without being able to square the reasons. With losses of wife, house and children. While here. Her stupefied face flushes and she gestures reproachfully with her mouth.
I also had my plan. It consisted of lowering the spirits of the defendants and added by their delusions. It's October 30; what I fear is to rediscover those realities. In such a context. Greater insight is required. Let your voice be heard within you. Let your economy numb the reasons for amendments. It's not chatting for a while; is to enter into reverse competition. One is good. Another bad one and consumes what remains of life. I wait patiently. Lips collected and tongue asleep. I serve my food. They no longer wait for us. They don't miss us.
In the distance, up high. A bridge was being implemented that unites these two worlds. To appreciate. Oh. It was an afternoon nap and she just appeared. Is each day more chilling, suffocating or hybrid? I had learned to value the facts and I would know how to collect the ashes from my bones.
More than one docile person, Proverbial Macho! More than one criminal. Before me she opens her jaws. They overwhelm anguish. Fears of getting hurt in the back. That if you fall you cannot get up. If they hit you, you won't be able to look: Who was she? And again impunity is the flag of your opponents; I say it this way because the adversary is another is that it moves them to lack of love.
There are children who are a reflection of their parents, because they act like them, other children who forget, others who leave the place leaving everything behind ... Everything: scary! It stinks of aggressiveness! It's fatal chaos! Have you ever given thanks. By understanding that everything has a meaning. A classic orejona. An encounter with you. A purpose in God. That your peace is their peace.
That it is better to go to be one more tombstone in a sordid, gloomy and horrible cemetery. How would you feel? See your niche there. With vase and withered flowers. Lack of water. Why nobody loved you Nobody remembered. No one returned the favor. That ingratitude has its trees with branches whose leaves fall in each autumn season covering the hollow where you lie or the mausoleum where a famous inscription not only for your deeds but for the stern gesture of those who you served even with your own life.
That was the environment full of indifferent affections. Filled with negligent gestures. Impregnated with perverse gestures. Cry! Of course I do it before an altar like Abraham when God called him. Being Abram. His wife bore the mark of generational sin, for she was sterile. You can be bitter from birth, but passionate to dissatisfaction; So much so that you would allow a lover to lose your husband by not giving him what he is looking for. However, it was not so because Abram being Abraham. He questioned God, having in his house a son product of adultery. As in many houses orchestrated by the couple on duty and then talking about infidelity, sanity and paternal presence, yes this man. Your husband is because of you the lover and father of other children, whom he loves more than yours. Why release sodomitamen
You to a man makes the limit your affections to give them to another (s) —-. No. Abraham said to God: Why should I inherit a son from a slave? He wouldn't say it for Hagar; but for Saraí because she was obsessed with passionate, irreverent and misplaced sexual relationships.
Every day of celebration of her father, Ashley, she gave her grandfather her gift. She hadn't noticed. Trusting Don Liaray because being him: Pastor. Biblical Institute Teacher. Regional Director of LADP. How could one discern the obscurity of a gesture of childish attraction? —He attracted her daughter at the same age to an isolated room and together with her son between drinks they played mommy and daddy and loving her brother - hers. If he regretted that, I don't know, but everything changed for him. So much so that he now has three salaries. What prizes of the evil sown. Of the iniquity transmitted to his generations.
It was a cold morning and we could not have privacy — as in other attempts of her because she was operated on the clitoris, but virgin. I understood that from the abdominal cuts whose scars were abrupt at the level of her navel. She endured several operations, but never the pain of incest. Whose misfortune now the core of family disenchantment.
She suddenly got dressed and left alone. I followed her and walked behind him. From San Luis to the entrance of the grasslands in Villa María a little beyond the Ramón Castilla school in Nuevo Chimbote. What do I know about the elapsed time. Half an hour. One hour. Hour and half. How he saw her from the back. I could not define: If to call that madness? Oh my God! She stopped and her gaze was different. She left and she seemed to count the cars, trucks and buses that passed. I quickly approached him and took him in my arms. Let go! Please, "she said. With an immense sadness in her heart. She had noticed my dissatisfaction in privacy. And she believed that she would leave her. At least I thought so. But then she took another bipolar gesture. Astutely what I understood years later, the things that she encouraged him to do things and that she controlled to have: Courage. Let go. Already. They are calling me. There in the middle of the track. They call me. They want me to throw myself in the trailer or that car. -What? How? Where? - There is no one there, talking to you. -Yes. You do not see them--. Let go! At once. If you don't love me: They want me to end all this!
This supernatural experience, I did not understand it until years later; They are the demons that we carry within us since the fall of Adam and Eve in Eden, quoting:
"But the serpent a was cunning, more than all the animals of the field that Jehovah God had made; which said to the woman: So God has said to you: You do not eat of every tree of the garden? Genesis 3: 1.
In this scene a snake spoke, it was the first diabolical possession (since it deceived the woman and it is her husband and that both were all humanity created at that time by God) And from where this satanic being appeared (the adversary thrown from the sky), quoting:
"… But they did not prevail, nor was a place found for them in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, the ancient serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world; he was thrown to the earth, and his angels were thrown with him. Revelation 12: 8-10.
Before long we decided to get married. And as always when asking for the consent of lovers she said nothing. She never said anything. Everything they told him to do. Although for the worse. She was like a robot. No decisions. Without affective reasoning. No regrets. Although not always, because when she was possessed by a demon whose presence begins with a lie, slander or deceit and the purpose of her is to kill, quoting:
"You belong to your father the devil, and you want to do your father's wishes. He has been a murderer from the beginning, and has not remained in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaks a lie, he speaks of himself; because he is a liar, and the father of lies. " John 8:44.
Once knife in hand he drew a groove on the table. What made her do that? —I discerned that she was a possession due to her contained anger from her childhood because of a rape— because she with that same knife she wanted to attack our little children. And then attack me. (that demon that was used by the rapist to rape a defenseless girl now uses that girl already being a mother to attack her children) —I agreed. If you want to do. Do it with me. But leave the babies alone. That word was magic. She gave up: grumbling. She only hinted to embed the knife in our bodies and with those wild eyes it was incredible.