As horrible as this event was there is this new sence of hope I have. For the past year and a half I have been carrying it all, the weight of my marriage, working for his love, expecting affection like a lost child. I see now that that was no way to live. He admited he wasn't really trying as he should've. So despite this heartbreak something good might happen, neither of us was really happy. I lifted my hands to the Lord and gave Him this burden and my soul is weightless now, He's healed me.
Wow, cat, this just how I have been feeling. I am starting to wonder if he will ever think I am worthy of his love.
