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April 30, 2021 By HallieZ 4 Comments

WE. DO. NOT. FORGIVE YOU

We are standing next to one another, all of us, who were impacted by the arrest of Josh Duggar by federal agents, yesterday.

We are the daughters. The sons. The sisters. The brothers. The wives. The ex-wives. 

We are the shunned. The fractured.

We are the voice that will not be silenced. 

We don’t believe there is any justice, and yet, we fight for it every day of our life.

We aren’t sure there is a way out of this tar pit called life, but we keep moving, and we hold every inch of progress we make.

We can’t stop crying today. 

We had put our crying on hold for a bit, bottled the grief up, put a cork on it.  But the cork got popped again, yesterday. Sometimes that happens. 

We are ok with that.

We  were children.

We stood over chairs, your lap, over toilets, with our pants pulled down, and you beat us with sticks. With belts. With electrical wire.

We held the books you bought at the conferences, that taught you how to do this without going to jail.

We dressed in tents, in jeans too big, dresses that tried to drown us in the rivers where we played. 

We were children. 

You taught us that our bodies were not ours to give. 

But you took what you wanted, and called that God.

YOU LIED.

We understood, we obeyed. 

You put the books of another Josh in our hands, and said those were God’s words. THEY WERE NOT.

We were children. 

You kept us from our grandparents, our cousins. You kept us from our neighbors and the world that longed to show us something more… not perfect, not always good, but something bigger,  something REAL. You hid books, and stories, and faces that looked different from ours, and called that GOD’S WILL. 

You lied.

Some of us were born with a uterus, with breast. Blood that came from our body in clumps, or a stream, a curse, and a gift.

We were named Jezebel.

We were called rebellious.

We stood in the shadow of shame, while you told us who we were.

We stood in the shadow of heresy, while you told us what God wanted us to be.

We read the stories of the witches, because we both feared and loved them.

I am a woman. But I know you have hurt my brothers just as much as you hurt me. And I will not dare speak for them, you spoke for them long enough. And you LIED to me about who they were. When you lied to them about who I was? You stole their future. You stole their success. You wounded generations, and you will answer for it.

WE. DO. NOT. FORGIVE YOU.

When you told her an education and  career would be a waste resources, because she’d be busy raising the children? You lied.

When you looked your daughter in the face, and told her “your husband didn’t commit adultery because his penis didn’t GO INSIDE HER VAGINA, and therefore God will NOT allow you to divorce him”.

When you learned your sons had molested your daughters, and you put them on farms, and in “restoration” programs, and NOT IN JAIL, YOU BETRAYED US.

When you saw bruised and broken children, and you “mentored” their parents and did not protect the children.

When you banned us from family gatherings, because we did not “submit” to your patriarchal rule.

When you gathered around one another, and created an echo chamber and egged each other on to further abuse.

WE. DO. NOT. FORGIVE YOU.

Filed Under: DEPRESSION, divorce, Feminism, Grief, healing, homeschooling, life after missions, Sacred Feminine, Spiritual Abuse, Uncategorized

April 28, 2019 By HallieZ 1 Comment

i can wait

Feeling trapped, afraid of rejection, I force the words out

“I don’t know what I want”.

He speaks clearly.

“I can wait”.

All the bells go off in my head. I am scared and I wonder if it is real, but I am not sure and I don’t know.

Softly, he cautiously voices the last thing I was expecting to hear.

 “I am not asking you for anything you can’t give”.

I don’t know how to do this, really. I don’t know how to accept a man holding space for me.

It is easier for me to just assume that all men only want one thing.

It is easier to sign on for the toxic and not-nuanced expectations of what it means to be a man.

I know how to be demanded of.

I know how to give in to control and coercion. 

I know how to submit, how to swear to a man that I am not real and never existed and agree that it is true, what I want doesn’t matter. In fact, what I thought I wanted isn’t something I want at all and is actually quite BAD.

He holds me close. His breath matches mine and I watch the clouds go by.

All is still.

This is new.

I am scared.

Maybe it REALLY is ok with him, if I am real. 

Maybe it REALLY is ok if I want and need.

Maybe my answer is worth waiting for.

  • He is the men who have come into my life since my divorce and given me glimpses of what a man can be. Thank you for being a part of my journey.

Filed Under: divorce, Feminism, healing, kindness, life after missions, love, Sacred Feminine, Uncategorized

January 23, 2019 By HallieZ 1 Comment

1,000 Band-Aids

I need one thousand band-aids today.

Wait.

1,000 isn’t even close to enough,, and I can feel it all around me today.

A band-aid for you Ted, in your ripped pants exposing your body to the elements. I put coffee and some donuts in your hand and I listen to a story, but I know it isn’t enough.

A band-aid for you, angry woman, who screamed at my kids and their dad Saturday at the pro-life march. My daughter’s heart was with you, but how could you know? She’s sobbing in my arms because she knows you’re hurting, for some reason, and she’s only 12, and she doesn’t get to choose where she goes. But she loves you.

A bandaid for you, rich lady. You have everything, it looks like, to most of us, but as I dust another shelf that doesn’t need dusting, my heart pounds in time with yours, and I know it’s never enough, and it doesn’t satisfy in the way that you need.

I don’t just need band-aids.

I need the antibiotic ointment ones.

Scratch that.

I need the ones with the fucking cure for all the world’s problem.

I want a miracle drug on those bad boys.

I don’t just want to put a band-aid on you, I want to wrap you up in gauze, douse you in saline solution, and sing you to sleep. Hold you in my arms. I don’t care if you smell like the street and the garbage and the pain, I want you to somehow know you are beloved.

I need the biggest bottle of lavender oil in the world and a hot tub the size of earth to hold your pain. To soak you in love. 

I see you.  

I love you.

Filed Under: Grief, healing, kindness, life after missions, love, speaking up, Uncategorized

August 26, 2018 By HallieZ 1 Comment

I WILL DO IT!!!!

When she’s waking up next to me… burrowing into my body, nuzzling and smiling and she thinks that since I was in her dream it wasn’t a dream because here I am next to her…

“OK! I WILL do it, Mama!!!”

She declares into the folds of my tummy.

What? What will you do?

She turns her face up and gives me a glare of impatience at my stupidity.

“I will make the BIGGEST PARTY”

duh, mom

The biggest party? Where will it be? 

(I know I’m slow, child, but seconds ago I was in a completely different universe)

“ALL THE WAY TO CHINA!!!”

she dives under the covers again and comes up between my pillows and I can’t breath because I’m almost suffocated from the snot that is trying to kill me.

China!

I’m only slightly surprised.

“no, DISNEYLAND!! The party will be ALL THE WAY TO DISNEYLAND!!!” 

Like an eel she’s under my arm and over my leg and the sheets are twisted and good heavens child.

“I need to watch Daniel Tiger now!!!!!”

She yodels

 I readily agree, because she is my 4th child and I’m over freaking out about screen time and I need a half hour to recover from waking up with this wildcat.

Filed Under: healing, life after missions, love, parenting, Sacred Feminine, stuff i love

August 7, 2018 By HallieZ 1 Comment

13 Things I Learned

Today is my 15th wedding anniversary. Crystal.

Today is also  my first wedding anniversary as a divorced woman.

We don’t say much, on these days, those of us with the “failed” marriages, who dwell in “broken” homes.

We are kind of outliers… those of use who were married longer than average, but aren’t any more. We lurk in the shadows… conversations about husbands… futures… sort of trail off when we walk up. It’s weird, to have your identity be linked to another person, so intimately, so entirely, and then be, well, just, you.

 

I learned a lot in my marriage.

It was one of the most amazing, passionate, heartbreaking, hopeful, growing things I have ever done in my life.

 

I left my husband.

I filed for divorce 3 months after our 13th wedding anniversary.

That was the bravest thing I have ever done in my life.

My divorce was finalized a few months before my 15th anniversary.

 

Timelines are important to me.

They help me make sense of the years I spent with him. Sometimes, I write them out, as I search for answers, as I try to figure out which pieces fit, look for the signs I missed.

Sometimes, I want to share marriage advice with young grasshoppers, but I feel like I can’t, because my marriage is over.

 

I don’t actually believe my marriage failed.

I don’t believe I live inside a broken family.

And I think, on the subject of marriage, I have something to offer.

So. Today. I give you…


one for every year I was married


  1. Words don’t matter much. I BELIEVE what my partner is telling me with his actions.
  2. My love is NOT going to heal my partner’s wounds. My love can only be a part of the healing they choose.
  3. No partner will ever know me like I know myself.
  4. No partner gets to define who I am. They get to be a part of my life, my story, and that is a gift to us both.
  5. I never want a partner to be with me because he HAS to, I want him to be with me because HE CHOOSES me.
  6. Adultery can be forgiven
  7. I can say NO. No means NO, even in marriage.
  8. Saying I DO was not blanket consent covering all things until the day I died.
  9. Forgiveness is a process, and its ok to come back to the reason we need forgiveness in the first place.
  10. I am worth fighting for.
  11. My children are worth fighting for.
  12. I am capable of more love than I ever dreamed possible.
  13. I am lucky, blessed, honored, to have had those 13 years.

And a bonus for the year I was separated but still married:

14. Marriage doesn’t define us, we define our marriage.

 

All the pain, all the love, all the hope, all the joy, all the freedom, all the gifts that came?

I think they were worth it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Filed Under: DEPRESSION, divorce, Grief, healing, love, Sacred Feminine, Spiritual Abuse

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