A feminist raised to think of anger and aggression as relational tools tries to humanize her oppressor through prayer:
My marriage to violence had deceived me into believing that peace required payment. I spent twenty years trying to scream my abuser into submission, demanding reparations for my pain. I was a fraud, not a feminist: my actions only served to deepen the divide between war and peace.
In addition to the thoughtful, spiritual message, I also enjoyed the alliterative streak that runs through the entire narrative.