Speak the Truth

“I hate my parents.”

I was never supposed to speak those words. I am a Christian, after all, and a good Christian never says that about anyone. But it was the truth and I had never told the truth before about that.

Repressing true feelings is like trying to hold a beach ball underwater

“What I want to say is…”

What I wanted to say was that I had forgiven them.

What I wanted to say was that I loved them both and honored them as I was supposed to.

But inside, I boiled with contempt. And for the past thirty years, I kept it inside. Because I said what I was supposed to say.