Christian Marriage is not for Wimps

A Broken Sink= A fractured Marriage 2/6/20

I am not sure if it was the day or the fuel of the other issues burning that brought me to the breaking point. I thought to myself “Enough is Enough”! What I forgot to take into consideration is that the Lord has so much more patience than I do, and the difference between his timing and mine is not the same. I felt crushed, persecuted, lost and thrown out of our marriage. Not again! I had been waiting 3 weeks to get the dryer over to my house from mom’s garage and wasn’t going to wait another minute! So standing there in my jammies and hair going everywhere I stood my ground! Now to bring you up to speed… I had not had a dryer working in my house since Thanksgiving and it was the 1st of February. Before that was the lightbulb in the bathroom, and before that was my bathroom sink that was broken and many more in-between.

Now I am married to a man that has his own small construction company. And to give you a little more information, he has a mullet. Yep a real 1980’s mullet. Every person in town thinks he is the nicest guy and does wonderful work. But at home? Nope. I am lucky if he remembers to put the garbage to the curb the night before trash day. Other than that nada…nothing… I have drywall patches in several areas of my house, a broken sink and apparently a broken attitude. It has taken me months to get to this point. There is so much more in-between but I will save that for another day.

So, I am a wife that just does. Just does 40 hour work week (not for our construction company). Just does the women’s ministry at my church. Just does all the care and upkeep of our animals. Just does all of the paperwork for our construction company. Just does lead vocals for our church worship team. Just does all the cooking and cleaning of the house. Just does all of the laundry. Just cleans everything up that my husband has not (usually is everything he touches). Just has Fibromyalgia and had a heart attack in 2017. Just has lost her marbles typing all of that out… Man I am tired just looking at that!

I kept looking back on the previous year and everything that my husband asked I did, and believe me it was a lot. I do not ask for much ever, most of the time knowing he either will not do it or he will try to distract me and still not do it. And this is where it beat me up. Why was what he did and wanted so much more important that what I needed? I gave him ample time and space, asked nicely and prayed diligently? But 9 months for 1 pipe that cost $6.85? And a drier that is on the same street around the corner? And he usually works 5 hours a day Monday through Friday? Uggg.. Really?

To be continued tomorrow…..