Owning Daisy’s Asshole

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I had beguiled her and caused her to stray from her faith that was so important to her. What I did was nothing short of a spiritual injury, “Oh, Daisy,” I put my hand on her chest, “I’ve hurt you in here. The one thing you wanted was to trust me not to hurt you and I’ve done it in the worst way.” I choked up and a tear formed in the corner of my eye.

She looked up at me. She started to laugh a bittersweet laugh, then stopped. “Don’t be silly. I’m a grown woman. I made my choices because I wanted to. I didn’t sacrifice for you. If you were my husband I would. I would give myself to you – mind, body, and soul. But you’re not.

Don’t get me wrong, I see the gentle strong man you are, and I know you would work tirelessly to care for me.

You didn’t do it, I’ve hurt myself and my Lord.

You, you always know what you want. You’re even a bit single-minded when your other head leads you. You just don’t know what it’s like to struggle with temptation like I do.”