I dated a girl who believed in Jakey-poo's definition of free will. I always had the freedom to make whatever decisions I thought best. But there was a definite right one. If I made the right decisions, I was rewarded with the most depraved mind blowing sex imaginable. If I made the not right choice, well, broken noses heal and the dimple on my cheek that I wasn't born with does look cute. Oh, don't misunderstand. It wasn't abuse, it was love. She did live me and wanted me to be the best I could. Just sometimes i needed guidance and a push in thre right direction.
Now some here see an abusive relationship, and they're right. Some may see parallels between the free will I had with Veronica and Jakey-poo's idea of free will. They're right as well. But in this case, the Veronica isn't any invisible friend. But Jakey-poo himself. And the church in Ireland. And anyone who would use such guidance to make the right decision which seeks to strip away the very gift given by our creator. They seek to be the very gods they worship.