Borrowed Words

It’s been a week and a day since my husband told me about the porn.

I read this blog yesterday, and it so mirrors what I’ve felt in the last week that I can’t even form correct words-sentence-paragraph-thingys of my own.

“My world stopped. I knew from that moment, I would never be the same again.” Yes.

“I asked a lot of questions. I hated all the answers. I couldn’t understand, couldn’t wrap my head around this different person. My mind screamed, ‘Who are you?'” Except I said those words out loud. My husband says that it stuck out as the most hurtful, yet truthful, thing I said that night.

“But even on this first night, as I cried bitter tears, I couldn’t stop loving this broken man. My broken, hurting man. I didn’t understand this new ugly place. I didn’t know how we were going to make it,” ….but I knew we would. And we will.

Should nothing of our efforts stand, No legacy survive; Unless the Lord does raise the house, In vain its builders strive…All glory be to Christ our King, All glory be to Christ. His rule and reign we’ll ever sing, All glory be to Christ. -Kings Kaleidoscope


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