I watched my husband fix his hair, brush his teeth, and spray on his cologne. He grabbed his coffee and kissed us all goodbye. I felt a wave of bitterness well up in me. I don’t know where it came from but I knew it wasn’t good. Off he went. Again. I chose the life…
Our marriage does not match the one I imagined as a girl. It doesn’t even come close to comparing to the marriages I see on Facebook, or sitting in church a few rows in front of us. I know comparing gets us nowhere, but nothing about my husband is what I pictured him to be.…
Sometimes things just don’t meet our expectations. I haven’t talked to my husband in days. He is on a business trip to Singapore and I took the kids camping in Canada. That makes cell phone usage a little tricky. It’s so strange to be cut off from all forms of communication. This total separation reminds…