My father was recently reminding me of the danger that lies within certain behaviors and habits; the risk in "dancing with the devil."
With barely any thought to the somber words falling off of my tongue, I reply, "I dated the devil."
The look in his eyes must have been heartbreak as he lowered his head and quietly said he was sorry. Sorry for what happened to me.
DPM, this final line is for you:
You can claim to be a child of God all you want, but every day you manipulated and abused me you were in league with the demons, and when you raped me you were Satan himself.
