Jenn left the house feeling completely distraught and helpless. Sitting in her car, she sat frozen to her seat, clueless with what she should do or where she should go. Divorce wasn’t supposed to be an option because she knew God hates divorce. She knew it would deeply impact the children and hated the idea of giving up. She also knew that she could not live one moment longer in the same house with the man that she had called “husband” for the past 15 years.
Things hadn’t always been this way. They had certainly begun their relationship in a bright place full of hope! What on earth had happened? How did they go from the happiest moment in their life on their wedding day to now, after 15 years, barely able to say two words to each other without shouting and shedding tears? Yet here they were, practically strangers, barely even roommates.
Her mind was swirling with conflicting thoughts. She had tried so hard to do everything she had learned! She had been understanding, supportive, and encouraging. They’d gone to seminars, had date nights, and read relationship books! Neither one of them believed in divorce, so what choice did
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