Broken Promises
Married 11 years. This is my one and only love. He proposed to me on a playground. This was the man who taught me the meaning of love. We were a part of what God truly meant to be as husband and wife. My best friend, an aura of comfort as I held him in my arms. Every physical and spiritual fulfillment in a man I ever wanted. Not once did I want anyone else. No one could take his place.
We were to renew our vows. I practiced for months, my new vows-I would repeat them in the car, or in the grocery store silently. I could not wait to begin our next years with good histories, and good hearts. To show him in renewed vows how over many years, ups and downs, I held solid in my devotion.
And then promises were broken.
At first I focused mainly on how I couldn’t even breathe without him. A pattern of hurtful words, plans never made and even an affair. I endured pulling him back from someone else’s arms, his eyes so sincere with lies, his words so very melodical and spellbinding. I listened believing every word he said. I crushed every time he entered a room. I could not see or believe what was going on. No Christmas presents, no birthday presents, no anniversary plans carried through, talking to me like I was a stranger, a list too long to share.
I often asked myself, ‘What did I do?’ or ‘Why did he do this?’ It took a while for me to figure this out. He had changed. I did not change. My love was still strong. I could battle all external things, but not the man himself.
His last…….