Please help me! I'm ready to come back to God but I don't know how.
I come from a physically and emotionally adusive background, at the hands of my father. For so long i've been wandering this earth with cold, empty eyes and a hardened heart.
I hated men so much and I hated God too. And I thought I was handling it, okay, but I wasn't.
Then the most amazing person I have ever known came into my life. My first boyfriend. (He isn't a Christian). Within the first week of going out, I told him everything (more than i've ever told anyone) because I found it so hard to be around him without feeling physically ill, I had to tell him. It felt so good. He told me he would help me and that I could talk to him.
And he did help me. He was there for me like no one has ever been there for me. He cared about me in ways I never thought anyone could care for me. He let me rant and cry and scream. And I was getting better.
For five months he stood by my side. He swore that when our relationship ended (we knew it would have to for various reasons) he would still be there for me as my friend. And I know he was telling the truth. In time I fell in love with him. I didn't mean to, I never thought it was possible, but it did.
He gave me the strength to move out of my parents house where the abuse was in many ways still happening. It was the hardest thing i've ever had to do. I've felt trapped for so long long. My father has a hold on me that has been so hard to try and break away from. When I first took the decision to get my own place, I was physically sick. And he was there with me, telling me it was ok.
I told him everything, except one thing. Something that until now I didn't think was important. And he found out. He won't even speak to me anymore. He said he hopes I get theropy and I agree. But originally he told me that if I did ever go, he would go with me. How can I go now. He was my strength, the only thing holding me up.
I don't want to tell you exactly what it was he found out, but it's a place that i've been directing my anger. Until he told me he knew and that it was over between us (including friendship) I didn't realise the impact of it all. But now I do. And I take it back. I take it all back. I realise now what I have been doing. I've been hindering the healing process by feeding my anger. And it doesn't make me happy. I'm a good person really, just messed up.
Sometimes I feel like there is this demon inside of me, waiting to make his move. It's only when my actions have impact or consequence that I realise that i'm wrong and I feel guilty and I feel angry with myself. I just end up hating myself anymore.
Satan has had his way with me for too long, but nothing is worth losing the one I love and the only one that has ever cared about me. I realise this now and I will get help.
Although I wish that it had never happened and that he still liked me, I think this is what I needed to take the final step towards acceptance and deliverance. My boyfriend helped me get so far, but there was more that needed to be done. Well, here it is. Out in the open. I've been laid bare. There are no more secrets, no more lies.
I need help. Will God help me?
And do you think I can ever make my former boyfriend forgive me. I guess this is too much for him to handle. But is there anything I can do?
I'll fight this. But I can't do it alone. I'm so broken right now.
I come from a physically and emotionally adusive background, at the hands of my father. For so long i've been wandering this earth with cold, empty eyes and a hardened heart.
I hated men so much and I hated God too. And I thought I was handling it, okay, but I wasn't.
Then the most amazing person I have ever known came into my life. My first boyfriend. (He isn't a Christian). Within the first week of going out, I told him everything (more than i've ever told anyone) because I found it so hard to be around him without feeling physically ill, I had to tell him. It felt so good. He told me he would help me and that I could talk to him.
And he did help me. He was there for me like no one has ever been there for me. He cared about me in ways I never thought anyone could care for me. He let me rant and cry and scream. And I was getting better.
For five months he stood by my side. He swore that when our relationship ended (we knew it would have to for various reasons) he would still be there for me as my friend. And I know he was telling the truth. In time I fell in love with him. I didn't mean to, I never thought it was possible, but it did.
He gave me the strength to move out of my parents house where the abuse was in many ways still happening. It was the hardest thing i've ever had to do. I've felt trapped for so long long. My father has a hold on me that has been so hard to try and break away from. When I first took the decision to get my own place, I was physically sick. And he was there with me, telling me it was ok.
I told him everything, except one thing. Something that until now I didn't think was important. And he found out. He won't even speak to me anymore. He said he hopes I get theropy and I agree. But originally he told me that if I did ever go, he would go with me. How can I go now. He was my strength, the only thing holding me up.
I don't want to tell you exactly what it was he found out, but it's a place that i've been directing my anger. Until he told me he knew and that it was over between us (including friendship) I didn't realise the impact of it all. But now I do. And I take it back. I take it all back. I realise now what I have been doing. I've been hindering the healing process by feeding my anger. And it doesn't make me happy. I'm a good person really, just messed up.
Sometimes I feel like there is this demon inside of me, waiting to make his move. It's only when my actions have impact or consequence that I realise that i'm wrong and I feel guilty and I feel angry with myself. I just end up hating myself anymore.
Satan has had his way with me for too long, but nothing is worth losing the one I love and the only one that has ever cared about me. I realise this now and I will get help.
Although I wish that it had never happened and that he still liked me, I think this is what I needed to take the final step towards acceptance and deliverance. My boyfriend helped me get so far, but there was more that needed to be done. Well, here it is. Out in the open. I've been laid bare. There are no more secrets, no more lies.
I need help. Will God help me?
And do you think I can ever make my former boyfriend forgive me. I guess this is too much for him to handle. But is there anything I can do?
I'll fight this. But I can't do it alone. I'm so broken right now.

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