She wrote me a letter to tell me of her pain,
And in this letter she told me of her shame.
I read the letter not believing, thinking it was lies.
When at last I knew the truth,
I just wanted to die.
She spoke of the promise not to hurt us if she would just comply
She was not allowed the luxury to deny.
She told of the nights the monster came into her room,
She spoke of how he made her do things only a wife should do.
I read in disbelief, wondering how I could have been so blind
When I confronted the monster, this man I had known for 18 years,
He told such a convincing tale,
I chose to believe his lies and life slowly descended into hell.
When I got the second letter my heart shriveled up and died,
Because then I knew my baby had never lied.
Confronting the monster again with murder in my heart,
I listened to his plan with which he felt I would willingly be a part.
He said he loved my daughter as a man would a wife,
And he asked me if he could have her, said I would want for nothing,
If I would just say, it was all right.
He said, "You can't help who you love" and it was then that I knew,
That this man I married, father of my children, was sick in his soul,
And I had failed to protect my own.
I had wanted to believe with all my heart,
That I had made the right choice, so sure I could fix anything.
To find out that I was sadly mistaken was truly a blow,
I told my kids about the monster and asked them to forgive
However, the most painful of all was that I had chosen the monster over my daughter.
Because of me,
She has never been the same...