Two years into this and it’s still like driving through the fog. At times the fog lifts slightly and it feels like we may be on the other side of it... but then something triggers us and we end up in the thick of it again. Thank you for writing this, Elizabeth. I relate to so much of what you write about. My husband has called me names and said things to me that I never dreamed he would ever say... but then, I never dreamed I would do the things I did. Now I feel like I don’t even have a right to get mad at him for anything at all. I am just so thankful that he is still with me. But we are not through it yet. Praying for strength, patience and endurance.
Still Driving
Two years into this and it’s still like driving through the fog. At times the fog lifts slightly and it feels like we may be on the other side of it... but then something triggers us and we end up in the thick of it again. Thank you for writing this, Elizabeth. I relate to so much of what you write about. My husband has called me names and said things to me that I never dreamed he would ever say... but then, I never dreamed I would do the things I did. Now I feel like I don’t even have a right to get mad at him for anything at all. I am just so thankful that he is still with me. But we are not through it yet. Praying for strength, patience and endurance.