Sunday, October 2, 2011
It's been 48 hours since he told me that he was sleeping with another woman, since I told him that we had to file for divorce because after nearly 5 years of marriage I had no idea how I could ever trust him again.
It's been 24 hours since he told me all about her and what they did and how much better she was, since it became real, since I really started to grieve.
It's been an hour since I last found myself on my knees, screaming and crying for God to "Help me Please!," since I last wondered how I was going to survive.
But I was filled with comfort and I knew that I was going to be okay.