My husband was crying. I was crying too. I was waiting patiently to hear what he would say after the tears.
He swallowed a lump down his throat while staring into my eyes. I saw the movement of his throat. I knew what that meant. He wasn’t saying anything so I asked, “It’s over, right? You’ll never forgive me, right? Say something. I know men don’t forgive these things, so go ahead and tell me.
He turned away and for several seconds, he uttered no word apart from silence, the movement of his fist and the legs he was standing on. Silence is a loud statement. I got it but I wanted to hear from his own mouth. I didn’t know what that would do for me. Maybe closure. Maybe a spell of finitude for what we started…Read Full Story Here………..
I Went To A Pastor For Prayers Few Minutes Later The Unexpected Took Place
By town gist
