Chapter 8 | Wonder Woman
This is from a series of blog posts I wrote back in 2020 to share the background for what was to come. It will help you understand the context of the rest of the stories if you read this introductory series.
“You can let it go, you know.” Her eyes gazing into my soul.
“Whatever you’re carrying around in there, you can let go of it. Just get it out”
She kept looking at me, waiting for me to unburden myself of the terrible burden I was carrying around.
My mind was spinning, calculating the risk of having this conversation. She knew I had something hidden in the dark and she was inviting me to come out into the light.
Would she leave me? My kids are old enough to hate me. Would they reject me?
My shoulders slumped and I looked at her with concern. "Don't we need, I don't know, like a third party here for this? A pastor or a counselor or something?" I asked.
"I feel strong tonight” she replied. “Like I'm wearing a Wonder Woman suit. Let's do this"
And so it began.
The longest night of my life.
The one I had lived in abject terror of for 17 years.
“I feel strong tonight... Like I’m wearing a Wonder Woman suit. Let’s do this”
