CHAPTER 31
Now I’m thinking about what I’ve got to do this afternoon. I told you my mind wanders during sermons. If that makes me a bad Christian, I’ll just have to accept it because I doubt there’s anything I can do to change myself. Anyway, Justin’s expecting me to call sometime after church. It’s hard for me to remember exactly when we went from talking once a month to once a week. And now it’s nearly every day. How did that happen?
After my marriage to Chris, it’s taken a friendship with someone as steady and stable as Justin to force me to realize how dysfunctional I allowed things to get. Or maybe that’s the victim in me talking still. What I should say is how dysfunctional our marriage grew due to my husband’s rage.
But I’m resolved to remember the good times as well as the bad.
