But now you must put them all away: anger, wrath, malice, slander, and obscene talk from your mouth. Colossians 3:8
The first time I came to know of the police being called, a bottle had been thrown, there was a hole in the wall, and he needed a few stitches. That was the first time. There were many more times, surely some that I don’t even know about. Their marriage was probably the most difficult I’ve ever worked with. He struggled with alcoholism, and she struggled with anger. They fed off of each other. It was like their every interaction led to more escalated reactions. She felt that the more reasons he gave her to be angry, the more her anger flashed. He felt the more she raged, the more he drank, which fueled more anger, which led to more drinking. Neither was willing to get help for his or her personal struggles. So I agreed to continue to meet with them for what turned out to be more than two years. At a certain point, however, actually pretty early...
I want a divorce. I want a divorce. I want a divorce. We fight all the time. She doesn’t do this she is not enough of that. I want a divorce.
I don’t have this. I don’t have that. I want a divorce.
Lord, I want. Lord I want. Lord I want a divorce. She’s too much this. She is too much that. Lord I want a divorce.
I pray to you to make it right. I want a divorce. I wait on you but it still isn’t right. I want a divorce. You gave her to me but she is not right. I.I.I want a divorce.
I am sure you want me to be happy. I
She isn’t happy either you know. She fusses. She refuses. She is stubborn. She too wants a divorce.
We don’t get along. We don’t like each other. We don’t see a way. We argue. We are not happy. We want a divorce.
I. She. We.
You brought us together. You were at that altar. You joined us together. You knew it all. You.