“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.
“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.