my life

 

My life 

With 

My wife 

 

It was a long hard fought battle. We were both better people in the end. She died a somewhat strange and Rocky death. And at some point I will die quietly in my sleep, at least that's the way I see it.

I foolishly thought that we would stay married through thick and thin, but she filed for divorce and I drug it across the finish line. We were both worn out, but she died first. 

Since men were created for God, and women were created for men, it's appropriate that she should die first. I should go on telling things my way, while she explains it all to God.

My alcohol abuse wasn't quite an addiction, but it was certainly becoming a strong dependency. Strangely enough her kidneys failed, it was obvious she really didn't want to do it anymore. In fact she really hadn't wanted to do it for most of our marriage.

It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.