If, when I tell you my story of abuse, you respond with “there are two sides to every story”, that immediately infers that my side of the story is untrue, unacceptable, and inaccurate. If you believe me, you will say something like “I am so sorry that happened to you”. 1/5
If you cannot say those words because you are so deeply enmeshed with an abusive community or culture, I get it. The Kool-Aid is potent, sweet, and satisfying. As a matter of fact, I had my own damn tumbler. I understand the undying loyalty you feel, 2/5
the veil of protection you wear, and the silence you commit to. I did all those things myself. I thought I was “protecting the bride” when all I was doing was perpetuating a lie. So when you tell me there are two sides to every story, I know what you’re doing & I forgive you. 3/5
I forgive you as much as I have to forgive myself. What I know now, though, is that in an abuse situation there is only one side that I am interested in. It isn’t the side that holds all the power, influence, and volume. It’s the side that holds all the pain. 4/5