Mystik, it was perhaps the hardest thing I had to do in my sitch. Harder than watching my wife get into her boyfriend's truck, and drive to his parents' house to have sex.
Harder than having to serve my wife with divorce papers.
Harder than listening to her lie to our own children, and to her parents.
Harder than ALL of it.
And I still remember where I was, too. Mowing my back lawn! Yep -- sweating my azz off, just mowing my lawn, and just started praying. Told the Father that I'd done the best that I could, and that I just couldn't do it anymore, and that I knew He loved her, and would take good care of her, and PLEASE take good care of her, and I just laid her at the foot of the cross there that day, "in" my backyard, in a little subdivision in Florida.
We are still together, just celebrated the birth of our first grandchild, and our 25th wedding anniversary.
Puppy
I am givin this one five whistles...
I think Ken needs to hear this one too... for all his christian commitment, he isn't surrendering much control here either.
