"Home" for the Holidays

Hi God,

Thank you again for all your blessings over my life. I do appreciate all that you do for me.

 Why would, why should I believe my coming home would make a difference?

He placed his wedding ring on the nightstand.

Told me let this be my last time coming to this address.

The wet bar did sort his medications  ... I guess he'll be entertaining!

Good night God,
Yo

Two Weeks before Christmas

Hi God,

I'm not surprised ... back and forth the calls went .... what started it all?

As discussed with the new position, increased income ... we had an opportunity for a new start as equal partners, equal contributors. We can live our best lives. I'll be preparing for retirement. You prepare for where do you really want to be besides Mississippi. You start moving in that direction,  and I will follow.

So, it only seemed natural to discuss contributing to the household. "No, you don't live here anymore."

Back and forth, rehashing old and reoccurring events of being put out, locked out, unprotected, disrespected, ....

My lasts days before starting the new job.  "You're leaving." "Take everything with you or it will be trashed." He started emptying drawers and cabinets, piling my things at the front door for me to pack. He was helping me. Cleaning, Fabuloso filled the house. I was on my hands and knees cleaning his bathroom. No sooner did he remove my possessions, he was cleaning away any trace of me.

My prayers, always, that he would realize what a good wife; a faithful, dutiful wife he has. A woman and friend that loved him.  I wanted, I need, a Boaz.

The final straw to tonight's exchange ... after two weeks of telling him before i even left for ATL ... I would be home for Christmas. "I'm going to see Miles.  I'm driving and meeting him in Pensacola." But that's not it ....

"I HAD THE LOCKS CHANGED."

No Boaz.

Have your way Lord,

Love always, Yo