To the Spouse who Happens to not be the Parent, Please tell me you understand. For starters, it was an overwhelming day. You see, I had 2 interviews for a position I was eager to fill, a workshop I had facilitated, and only half an hour between all 3 of these tasks. Did I mention…
I grew up in a family that understood anger as a threat to relationship. As such, raised voices or certain vocal tones got us a ticket to our bedrooms where we were supposed to magically get over it. Only we didn’t. Throughout my adolescence and early twenties, whenever I walked past a cart with glass…
Sitting at the table of smiling, chatting women, it was hard not to cry. It was our first year of marriage, and my husband and I were stuck in one of those painful, hurt arguments where I was silent on the outside, but screaming on the inside. And then, 7pm arrived most inconveniently and it was time…
He started it. Yes, he snapped at me first, but you’d think I could’ve held my tongue and finished with a “win.” Especially after all my praying lately. Just two days ago, I even sent my husband a text message telling him that I prayed to be a Proverbs 31 wife to him: “Her husband…
My husband has never raised his voice at me. Well, there was this one time. {Side note: if you “never” raise your voice, that one time you do will be very effective.} Let me give some context first. Bill was a busy pastor in a small town. We lived in a rambly old house with…
