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| ~ The Trials of Love ~ My husband has had some setbacks he's been fighting through his life. He tried so hard to let them go when I became his wife. Our life was filled with glitter -- not from riches nor from gold. It was our love that sparkled brightly... and the closeness that we did hold. His urges soon got stronger... drugs and whiskey moving in. How quickly they control a life and too powerful to win. They say there is hope for those who really want to quit, but my husband sees no harm right now living in their deathly pit. I cried and begged and pleaded daily to him, "Baby, please forget the drugs and whiskey... I beg you on my knees." They only bring destruction to everyone around -- yourself, your friends, and family... they keep us all tied down. He looked at me with hatred, stomped his foot down on the floor. "If you don't like the way I am, then, sweetheart, there's the door!" It deeply hurts my loving soul that he chose these over me, but my love is strong to stand the pain... I pray he be set free. Now I cry and beg and plead, "Dear Lord, please help this man. I cannot fight it for him -- he needs Your helping hand." ~ Gloria R. ~ |
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