The month or so following my wife telling me she was leaving me stand out as the darkest, most lonesome time in my life. I can still remember feeling like I had been rejected completely by the one person who was supposed to love me no matter what.
We like to think of our weekend messages as conversations- with a couple of limitations: 1. We've only got 20-30 minutes together. 2. One person does most of the talking while 1000 people listen.
This blog is a spot where we can stretch both those limits. So stop in regularly and contribute your insights and questions.
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The month or so following my wife telling me she was leaving me stand out as the darkest, most lonesome time in my life. I can still remember feeling like I had been rejected completely by the one person who was supposed to love me no matter what.
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