A pile of ashes. That’s what my marriage looked like after d-day. The beauty of our friendship, intimacy, and shared history burned away in the fire of pornography addiction/unfaithfulness. There
Still winds keep it silent; Gentle evening breezes bring a faint melody to dance on air. Clouds gather, thunder thrashes, lightning strikes, formidable wind-foes force it into cacophony; but listen,
I answered my phone, and immediately her the quivering in her voice. “Thank you for taking my call,” she said. “Yes, of course, I’m glad we could connect. What can