Arlurd
Disciple of Prayer
I don’t know why I’m posting this. What many of you prayed for seems to have happened. My coworker’s heart seems to have turned back to her husband.
I am still alone. The connection that I desired from my wife I have never gotten. I never will; it is beyond her. I have endured 30+ years of this. I have literally broken my body in loving her. My hope that God would have some measure of mercy on me is gone. I now yearn now for the grave. My emotions are literally tearing my body apart; my IBS has flared up and ignored any medications attempting to stop it.
I don’t know why I’m writing this. All of you will pray for my change; that I would acclimate to the broken pieces of a shattered dream. You will pray that I become less than what I am. Please don’t do that to me.
I am still alone. The connection that I desired from my wife I have never gotten. I never will; it is beyond her. I have endured 30+ years of this. I have literally broken my body in loving her. My hope that God would have some measure of mercy on me is gone. I now yearn now for the grave. My emotions are literally tearing my body apart; my IBS has flared up and ignored any medications attempting to stop it.
I don’t know why I’m writing this. All of you will pray for my change; that I would acclimate to the broken pieces of a shattered dream. You will pray that I become less than what I am. Please don’t do that to me.