The irritants of late have been so frustrating. I ask myself why is my family a magnet for things tiny and disgusting? Seriously if there are bugs in heaven, I am not convinced that it is entirely wonderful. Needed to complain without being told not to. To be miserable and have it be unspeakable is just unfair. When is God testing and when is He just outright punishing? I have no answers. Okay I feel better now.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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