Tag: husband

"I looked back to the bed. Still empty. And then it happened. I fell to my knees, and then to my back. It came from up from my gut. I could almost physically feel it moving to the top of my abdomen, to my chest, into my neck and then my head. I cannot describe the pain."

"Well, he did it again. New place, same story. It’s not that I thought a new neighborhood would change his behavior, but I didn’t expect him to fall so easily into prior patterns."

I don’t mean it has to “look” the same, but what I do mean is that I hope you get to feel the way I do being married to your dad.

There is so much relationship advice out there and I’m just one voice among millions, but if I could tell you one thing, dear girl, it’s this.

“I screamed ‘MY SISTER DIED!’ and I chucked a cup of water across the room. A wave of relief washed over me as I thought now that my sister is gone, there was no way God would take my husband too.”

He had no idea she was listening just around the corner...

The other night I headed out to a little get-together quickly after dinner, leaving behind a table and sink full of dirty dishes. I hate leaving a dirty kitchen but of course we were running behind in a major way, as in I was putting on my mascara with one hand while attempting to get Annie in her pumpkin romper with the other.

"I wasn’t moving. I fought back tears and picked up my phone to dial my mom. Surely, she would know what to do."