I was discouraged from telling my story, though no one could stop me from writing about it in my blog. I told my story elsewhere. But although some expressed compassion, no one was able to do anything. I felt that my story was being ignored, though it had done great ongoing harm to my life.

In my mind, a wrong-doing of this nature should be exposed, not hidden. Evil should not be kept hidden. People should be aware when an outrageous situation like mine emerges. Others could become victims.

I could see the sinful pride that was at the root of how I was treated. I felt hurt by the refusal of the person who abused me to repent or show remorse.

Where was God in all this?

God did not leave.