This describes my feelings quite well. I often crave attention from other men, could easily start drinking too much, or fall into despair. But, all these are useless in healing, or in reconciliation. H hasn’t treated me like “his woman” in so long. I really miss that!
I wear my wedding rings to remind myself that I am still married, and want to keep to my vows. It’s not in my nature to give into things that go against that, or to fall into destructive behavior. But, I can see how easy it would be to give into the devil’s whispered words that would take me down that path. When those thoughts come, prayer lifts me up, and I can move on. When I have thoughts of throwing in the towel, or dwell on Hs "sins", I too am reminded we are all sinners, and if God can love H anyway, maybe I can too.
