I don't really know this pain. I won't pretend that I do. But i do know pain. And I understand the anger. I understand the bitterness.
The night after I found out the truth about Brad....I had a knife in my hands, Tina. I held it in my hands and rubbed in over my arms and wrists and fantasized.
After Leslie was murdered and I had a miscarriage in the same week....I wondered again. About how to escape this uncertainty and anger and just...how could God let this happen? I know cliche, but... I know about those dark, dark, dark places.
Anyway, I'm praying. And I want to call you and talk, but I don't want to bug you so...let me know if you want that. Or not.
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Date: 2008-06-08 09:04 pm (UTC)The night after I found out the truth about Brad....I had a knife in my hands, Tina. I held it in my hands and rubbed in over my arms and wrists and fantasized.
After Leslie was murdered and I had a miscarriage in the same week....I wondered again. About how to escape this uncertainty and anger and just...how could God let this happen? I know cliche, but... I know about those dark, dark, dark places.
Anyway, I'm praying. And I want to call you and talk, but I don't want to bug you so...let me know if you want that. Or not.