She pulled my hair out, kicked me, and threw irons and glass at me. And, yet, I carried that eternal hope that she was going to be sorry and try to change. I was twenty-one and a Baptist preacher's daughter from a very protected childhood, very naive and trusting. I was proud of being a virgin and fought hard to keep it that way. I couldn't remember the details of that fateful night, only that it had changed my entire outlook on men and life.
Isolation is so subtle.
It's hard to describe. You are there and yet not truly a part of what is happening around you. Rejection is something I believe that we have all suffered from in one form or another. About two months later I found myself in what one would describe as an ungodly relationship with my sister's husband. I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.