“I feel sorry for him. He had an abusive childhood.” “He said he’s sorry for hurting me and it’ll never happen again so I guess I will stay. I can forgive him one more time.” “I feel physically sick at the thought of leaving him. He can be very kind sometimes.” “He makes me feel…
“That was him, I know it was him,” Little Wife whispered to herself. She peeked into the rear view mirror of her rental car to catch another look at the car that had just passed her by. Big Man had mysteriously appeared at the scene of the car crash two days before. Her phone showed…
On Monday, the Lord took away all of Little Wife’s cravings for drinking white wine, pink wine, red wine and everything else she drank for years. She looked at the bottles of wine and felt nothing for them, no desire, no anticipation, no comfort, not even a passing interest. She did not tell Big Man….
Little Wife was looking in the old photo album the other day. She usually loved to look at the pictures of when she and her friends were young children and teenagers. What fun they had together, playing and running and riding their bikes and building tree houses in the woods with the other children and…
Little Wife set her empty wine glass on the kitchen table and gazed sadly out the window at the falling snow. The weak mid-January sunlight filtered through the cold clouds barely reaching the ground before dissolving into another gray afternoon. “Well,” she thought to herself, “If I’ve had one glass and broke my new year…
Little Wife truly didn’t intend to cause so much embarrassment and discomfort to Big Man. She had a good heart and was only trying to be as helpful and loving as possible. But sometimes things happen…. It was a sunny morning and Little Wife was preparing the breakfast for Big Man. He enjoyed his handheld…
Little Wife wasn’t always little. She remembered a day when she stood tall, slim and proud in her lacy Victorian wedding dress. She remembered being pretty and funny, clever and smart. She was confident in herself and sure of her plans. All her hopes and dreams were coming true. If she had an idea, Little…
It is hard to believe that it has been nineteen years since 9/11 happened. I know exactly where I was on that day. You probably can remember also. In the morning of that day at work, I learned of the attacks against our country. When lunchtime came, I rushed to get to the Target store…
En Espanol Te dejo por mi Has there ever been a time in your life where you’ve felt that you’ve lost who you are? Lost everything you’ve built. I mean, the dreams you once had are gone. The person who would stand up for herself exists no more. The mani-pedi self-care days have disappeared. The…
I Was Once a Pastor’s Wife Part 3 of 4 Una vez fui la esposa de un pastor Parte 4 de 4 What do you think of this story so far? How would you address the issues this young lady has shared? Here’s where we left off: “I” married him. I emphasized the “I” because…