A misuse exploited person's manner of thinking is a Catch 22 as her psyche waffles between extremes - a stewing hatred toward her abuser compared against an edgy, if ruinous, dependence on him. The Scripture says that "... the person who questions is similar to the surf of the ocean, driven and hurled by the wind."(James 1:6)It is a clear picture, catching admirably the whirlwind of disarray in which numerous an exploited person discovers herself as she tries to comprehend the blended messages she listens.
Gracious, she can undoubtedly relate any number of the pernicious, even traumatic things her tormenter has said or fashioned in her life by kom bek ban te song, the tightening down of her opportunity and his rundown of unimaginable desires. At the point when squeezed, she can promptly annal his offenses and disloyalties and recognize how rapidly he can turn on her, with frightening results. Indeed, even shriveled and wiping tears from her face, she may by and by accumulate herself together and state unequivocally, "Yet regardless I cherish him," undermining the very center she could call her own world.
In one minute, she hears herself saying of him, "I can't stand you." But as the trepidation of dismissal, surrender and dejection pour over her, her breaking heart whispers, "Kindly don't abandon me."
Gracious, she can undoubtedly relate any number of the pernicious, even traumatic things her tormenter has said or fashioned in her life by kom bek ban te song, the tightening down of her opportunity and his rundown of unimaginable desires. At the point when squeezed, she can promptly annal his offenses and disloyalties and recognize how rapidly he can turn on her, with frightening results. Indeed, even shriveled and wiping tears from her face, she may by and by accumulate herself together and state unequivocally, "Yet regardless I cherish him," undermining the very center she could call her own world.
In one minute, she hears herself saying of him, "I can't stand you." But as the trepidation of dismissal, surrender and dejection pour over her, her breaking heart whispers, "Kindly don't abandon me."
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