Here it is a Wednesday morning at 4:04am. I want my husband. I long to be held. I love him more than anything else in the world. I just want him. I want to ask God why? This is unfair.
Why give love if you don’t receive it back. Why did God give me this love for him? I wish I didn’t right now. I wish I could sleep. I wish I had something to look forward to.
I want my husband. I can’t express the pain I feel. I am physically hurting beyond belief! I can’t eat, it hurts to bad or it comes right back up.
Why is this happening? It is always something in my life.
My father and his alcohol. The rape. The baby. The failed marriage.
Then my life looks up. I go to church, I put God in my life. My husband comes. I think all will be well. Now he doesn’t want to see me. Now I ask why?