“As I stood over her and spent those last few minutes with her, blood was cascading down my legs and onto the floor. I didn't care - my womb was crying. Everything about me was crying. Watching them wheel her away broke me. My life ended then and there."
"She doesn’t jump my bones at any chance she gets, and she’s not exactly the promiscuous 18-year-old that once wooed me at a party.
And yes, she can be a little more tired and snappy nowadays."
"Did someone open a card under his name? The next day, the day I called that hotel room and heard his voice, his voice 1,000 miles away, and then heard her voice in the background, that was the day I broke."
"I didn’t feel close to my husband, or perhaps I felt that we weren’t in love anymore- that all of my foundations were crumbling under my feet. I knew that I was in a delicate state emotionally and I knew that I was under attack. Satan sees Christians in their weak moments and pounces."
"It was one of those single-mom moments where I thought I would go insane. I looked insane, probably smelled insane, and my head was pounding from all the screaming."
"I prayed for him. I waited for him. I loved him. I cried over him. I lost weight over him. I was desperate over him. I was so sure he was it. So. Stinking. Sure."
