Picking Up the Peaces

My D-day, as some people call it, was so long ago that I don't even remember the exact date. All I really remember about the time frame is that it was sometime between my first and second child. My husband admitted to me that he had been viewing pornography and masturbating. He disclosed this as we were lying in bed ready to go to sleep. After he confessed, he went right to sleep. I was up pretty much all night. At first, I remember lying in bed stunned by his confession. Then I remember starting to cry, so I left our bedroom and went downstairs to the living room. I had so many thoughts go through my head. I know most women get angry. I don't think I felt the anger. I felt devastated. Surprisingly, I felt compassion. One thing that kept going through my head was, "I can't leave him to fight this alone." I don't know where the thought came from. Maybe it was God's way of telling me that I needed to stick this out, and to not make a decision about anythin

Have you ever been working on a jigsaw puzzle and, all of a sudden, someone comes along and puts it away, or destroys it? Then, sometimes, the pieces end up all over the floor and they need to be picked up, but you won't know if you got all of the pieces until you try to put the puzzle together again, because there are 1000 pieces to this puzzle? I hate it when that happens. It's so frustrating because those pieces are so difficult to place anyway! It's especially frustrating when you've been working on this puzzle for hours, or even days, and this happens. You are almost done, and you can see how close you are to finishing, and then BAM! all that hard work feels like it was a waste of time. Life is like a puzzle. You spend hours, days, years, and even decades trying to make sure all the pieces fit in correctly, and then BAM! something happens that causes all the pieces to fall on the floor. You think your life is going pretty well, and you're doing pretty good,