The Statute of Limitations – Women Need Not Apply
“The scars which are unseen, are the deepest of them all!”
“The best place to be on a rope, is at the end of it!”
“Oh what power the penis in its own head thinks it possesses, deeming itself sovereign over a women’s abyss (and straight and “bi” men, let’s be real here – virtually any honey pot will do), and then immediately declaring it damaged goods after “blessing” with its presence, what it views as its unrestricted self-authorized cock socket, replete with its very own pool of “swimmers!”
A statute of limitation is a law which forbids prosecutors from charging someone with a crime that was committed more than a specified number of years ago. The general purpose of statutes of limitation is to make sure convictions occur only upon evidence (physical or eyewitness) that has not deteriorated with time.
What about the emotional scars, the unrelenting pain that moment by moment eats away at the victims of abuse, consuming the best of what they once were, the accusatory voices that refuse to be silenced, the never-ending immeasurable costs paid by those who enter in to a relationship with those who’ve been damaged? When does all that evidence deteriorate? Will the cruel and vicious cycle ever run its course or will the daughters of Eve be forever shackled to a lie perpetuated by the sons of Adam?
It was the dawn of all creation and it was perfect in every way. It was idyllic. The first man and woman, not one better than the other but different, living together in unspoiled harmony, a precursor to what was to be for time immemorial – an interdependent union of the heart. It was the Garden of Eden. For the woman and all her progeny, it would soon become her Allotment from Hell.
The Hebrew Scriptures record that it was she who succumbed to the wiles of the serpent and ate first from the one tree the Divine had rendered as hands off, thereby inviting iniquity and all its appendages into the world. After being confronted by the Creator and being asked to give an account for his transgression, the man said, “The woman you put here with me—she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.”
How ironic! The woman took full responsibility for her actions in stating that she was deceived by the serpent and did eat from the tree. The man-he was the poster-child for what blame shifting looks like, modelling for untold millions of men everywhere in perpetuity, what the face of emotional abuse looks like. Stunningly, history past and up to our present day, in the hearts of men, continues to impute a guilty verdict to the daughters of Eve. For her, there is no statute of limitations.
Over the years, I’ve had the great privilege of befriending several great women survivors who share a similar present reality-they all carry scars that are unseen, deep, exceedingly painful, contagious and all were gotten at the hands of men they at one time gave their hearts too. They loved them.
Tragically, they continue to speak of love as if they still know what it is, but in truth, for many, it’s a voice from the past, an echo from better days, many seasons removed. They don’t. They are deceived in their own imaginations. It’s heart-breaking!
Perhaps you’ve been in a relationship for a time with one who herself or himself too were a victim and now, you’ve personally tasted their pain from their hand, whether you were a contributor to the conflict or not. Listen please. It likely wasn’t premeditated but it was likely unintentional. Though its initial sting may have been wounding, seek to forgive quickly and completely. In your heart, generously and unreservedly, gently and lovingly apply a statute of limitations with no reservations or limitations to the heart of the other. Be so grateful that you haven’t had to walk in their shoes. They’re deeply afflicted. If they weren’t, they could not have hurt you as they did.
Coming next month: The Grass on the Other Side