Having a husband is great because you always have someone to talk to. The problem is, halfway through your story, you start noticing the signs.
The occasional "hmm." The random nodding. The delayed "wow" that has absolutely nothing to do with what you just said.
One day I spent almost twenty minutes telling my husband about something that happened at work. I was fully invested. I gave background information, side characters, plot twists, and even explained why I was upset.
When I finally finished, he blinked a couple of times, looked up at me, and said, "Sorry, I think I drifted off for a second. What happened after that?"
That was when I realized this man had been physically present but spiritually unavailable.
The funny part is that I wasn't even angry. I just started laughing because now I understand why all my secrets are safe with him.
It's not loyalty. It's because he never received the information in the first place.
I was born with sickle cell disease.
I had Crisis after crisis, constant pain, multiple organ damage by age 28. Doctors said I wouldn’t see 35.
During one brutal episode, I prayed like never before while hooked up to morphine. The pain vanished overnight.
Follow up tests showed my hemoglobin was normal. No sickle cells. Geneticists ran every test, markers for the disease had disappeared. I haven’t had a crisis in 4 years.
My hematologist calls me the walking miracle file.
You have to believe that there is God.
The Rule of Thumb with Women and Relationships
Any woman that is not actively trying to help you reduce spendings or save money is not the one for you
Know this and know peace
Anyone who is home all day and expects the one away from home all day to come home to cook, is not a good person.
The responsibility is on who is home to cater to all. It is supposed to be common sense.