I can’t remember our early years of marriage without remembering the story. Once, twice, three times a week—as we lay in bed, his arm wrapped around me, wrapping up another day—he’d start the story with the same question: Do you remember the day we met? No answer required. All on his own, my husband unraveled…
The last time I wrote, I posed this question: Wouldn’t it be nice if our first inclination was to love our spouse in the way he or she needed to be loved? Let’s probe that a bit deeper. First, wouldn’t if be nice if our first inclination was to love another? Secondly, wouldn’t it be…
Last week a well-known celebrity announced that she and her husband are separating. They have a young child. To pull language directly from her, she said that the split is amicable, they are best friends and will remain so, they make each other laugh a lot, and her husband is an amazing father. Based on…
When we were dating, the infatuating love I felt for my husband was intense. It started strong and only grew. It felt like an electric force field radiated from him. The closer I got, the weaker my knees, the quicker my heart rate. He couldn’t touch me without me getting chills. Needless to say, dating…
“I feel like we’re nothing more than roommates!” I hope I’m not the only woman who has ever said that. Or, the only woman who has felt her revealed heart pierced by a husband who glanced up from his video game, the back of the sports page or his fishing lure to say, “What?” Or…
