Chapter 8: Teal

Chapter 8: Teal

And the part that hurt me the most was that he had never even given me a chance to explain myself.

Instead, he had just written me off as “unsaved” or “in need of help.”

He hadn’t listened to a word of my promiscuous, “ungodly” lifestyle because he was far too concerned about his own reputation.

I could feel the tears coming on again, but I resisted the urge, as I wanted to be strong.

I somehow couldn’t get Emanuel off my mind. I felt I truly loved him, but I also knew that it was time for me to let him go.

Sex had always been an escape for me, a habit that I turned to when in doubt of all other things. But as long as I lived, I had never understood what I needed in order to be fulfilled.

“God” was the classic answer that my father would always pin on me. But I knew better than to trust in the word of “church fathers” who had long ago betrayed me.

I was waiting for my father to approach me.