I went to church today, as I do on most Sundays, the pastor is doing a series on relationships. Today he talked about what the Husbands role in the marriage is biblically. I tried to sit there, the longer I sat there the more I felt like I was in a prison. Gulping for air, my eyes darted around trying to figure out how I'd get out of the full auditorium without being noticed. There was no way of sneaking out. I finally grabbed by coat, purse and helmet and shuffled out, of course I was sitting towards the front. I had to walk past all those rows of people looking at me. How embarrassing. I scuttled up the stairs to the Divorce Care class, I quietly joined the circle of people talking about how divorce has financially impacted them. These people understand me. I did not participate in the discussion. But, this was a far better place for me than that auditorium encouraging marriages to work where I was mortified that I could not figure out how to make mine work. Next week is the wife's role in the marriage. I think I will skip that lesson too.
The man I met last Sunday at Mulligans was a wash, apparently we are looking for different things and I'm not that kinda girl. I've met another one, we'll see.
