• NINETEEN YEARS •

Looking back, I am not sure what my twenty-three year old self thought marriage was, but I can say with confidence — it did not live up to my expectations

I’m not a “pity party” kinda girl, but I am an “angry & bitter” girl… [don’t ‘tsk tsk’ me, I’m working on it]

Our first few years together were hard…

And our next ten years???? Well, they were BRUTAL…

Anger grew

Bitterness strengthened

During the hardest time in our marriage, the church asked for me to write on a specific struggle

And, boy — did I write on it…

The bad, the worse, and the ‘C-4 exploding’ icing on the cake

Honestly, I was shocked they published it [and so was our Southern Baptist congregation]

It was then, during those next few weeks, that my eyes were opened. The emails started rolling in, texts, social media messages, phone calls, acquaintances — stopping me at public events, small group discussions, ….

I was not alone

THEY were not alone

That’s when it hit me…

Tʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴄᴀʀs, ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇs