Back From the Brink
“Bye babe, love you,” I called to my husband as I was leaving to meet a friend. He replied in kind.
Continue reading my latest article for Living Real Magazine “Back From the Brink”:
Not so long ago, I couldn’t walk out the door without an argument. For years, darkness, insecurity, and paranoia enslaved my husband which eradicated even the tiniest glimmer of joy in his life. And for so long, we didn’t know why.
His wounded, tortured soul manifested in desperate attempts to control us, shaming the kids and me for having fun, and pouting when we would go out with friends. He would even shut down attempts from us to express our feelings while subjecting us to his out-of-control rages and emotional meltdowns.
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Misery and tolerance defined our marriage. Why God? It seemed as if everyone else was flourishing while we barely crawled to the next day.
In 2010, my husband had what appeared to be a stroke. It was actually a cerebral vascular event, followed by a rapid succession of migraines, nightmares, and resurrected memories of an abusive childhood.
But God.
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