Trapped 2

I'm at the front row looking at him,so handsome and so well dressed,the congregation is paying so much attention,he's preaching and everywhere is so silent. This is a man of God,how would I seek his advice on what is going on with me? Its another Sunday in the presence of God and I have no one to talk to. All my life,I've been devoted to whatever I put my heart to. That's who I am and who I've always been. I'm now 42 years of age and life has sure shown me hell. Like everyone else,I have a big problem. Whenever I'm deeply hurt,my tongue let's loose and I say a lot of hurtful things to the people I care most about. I have a lot of friends but we all. pretend to one another by acting as if life is indeed perfect. Everyone is all so superficial and they all look up to me but who do I have the courage to tell that my husband has become impotent. This has been going on for about six years and I'm always so tortured about it. His pride won't let him visit any doctor or ask for help,yet he would make me do so many unspeakable things behind closed doors,even when I refuse,my marriage becomes the bedrock of hell. I have no one to talk to. Its almost 45minutes of the preaching,I jolt back to life by the sound of the congregation cheering the pastor. The pastor rounds off by saying "God shows mercy to whom he will show mercy" I readjust on my seat and take a quick glance at my child seated beside me and look back at the pastor who is now leaving the pulpit. The pastor who happens to be my husband.

To all the women out there battling with sexual issues with their spouse. You are not alone.

Till next Sunday.

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