I thank God that some men listen and that they can promise to sacrifice their pride for what really matters.
It almost felt like a wrestling bout yesterday. Not with physical might though, but more of emotions and pulling heaven to listen to me. What happened in the past can't come back haunting me again. It was hell. It was downright pandemonic.
Thank God, that my husband chooses to give up his pride. But most of all, the man upstairs does listen.
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