“This Is How I See Him”
HATE IS A POWERFUL WORD. A scary word. That’s exactly how I felt about my ex-husband. I loathed Bob. I was disgusted by him.
Bob was an opioid addict. Though he managed to hide his addiction in the early years of our marriage, eventually life with him became intolerable and I got out.
Two years after we divorced, Bob took our two younger kids on a fishing trip—the court awarded him visitation rights every other weekend, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. He was high. He weaved his pickup truck across the center line and smashed into an oncoming car. Jake, our two-and-a-half-year-old son, was killed instantly. Bob had put Jake in the front seat wearing only a lap belt.
In a moment of distraught prayer after the accident, I felt God give me the power to forgive Bob. But the forgiveness was more for me than it was for Bob. It ended some
