How nice to see you again, what's going on with you?
Don't thank me, thank love_endures4ever, aka Cathy, she is the one who was kind enough to remind me of all those good Proverbs.
The one that comes back to me over and over again is the one about how a prostitute reduces you to a loaf of bread. That is truly what happened to H.
He came today in a rather timely fashion to pick up the boys (and dogs) and keep them overnight. He got back from his European trip Thursday night.
He looks like crap.
His eyes look puffy. His face is bloated. He has put on weight. His hair is getting really really gray.
And aside from that he just has a really icky spiritual vibe to him.
I had to excuse myself and go in my bedroom as I couldn't even stand to be near him.
He came to the bedroom door before he left, and said "can I tell you something?"
I told him "no, I don't want you to tell me anything."
I don't want to hear anything he has to say. I don't care what it was, but I have a hunch he was getting ready to say "you look pretty today" or something along those lines.
What he says is just that, words words words, and they are usually lies and don't match up with his actions anyway.
It makes me sad to say this, but it's beginning to feel like it's way too late. I feel like I have been keeping the natural consequences of his actions at bay for way too long. He sinned, he walked away from God, and I have been standing around waiting for him to come to his senses, acting like nothing has happened.
I am sorry to say that my very own husband has become detestable to me.
