“My marriage was a complete lie.” my friend wrote.
I could sense the tears that came with those words. The
beautiful beginning—complete with a flowing white gown, ring bearer and flower
girl, had come to this twisted ending.
She then wrote, “We were doomed from the
start, because I didn’t know what he was hiding.”
The story came out in staggering sentences. It’s one thing
to sit on the other side of a table, reach across to hold a hand and offer a
measure of comfort. It’s totally another to read the devastation, line by line
in an email.
Chalk up another one on the side
of Porn Wins.
She found out about her husband’s porn use when he’d inadvertently left his favorite computer site open by mistake. Upon questioning, there was a confession, apologies, and
a sincere desire to quit.
“But that was a lie too. He never
quit, he just found different ways to deceive me.”
Yet, the marriage continued with grace and forgiveness. Then
came his slightly accusatory statements, like, “You need t…
It was always the dreaded 666. But could these temporary tattoos be getting us closer to the real Mark of the Beast?
