I’m Not Your Wife
I married you because my senses were dull and my heart was broken. I worship the Lord. I live in Him, I breathe in Him. The old personality would feel guilt for sin and fall deeper into sin because she felt obligated to sin, ignoring need for prayer and supplication, because her heart was broken. I was broken.
So I married you because I believed in you. I believed in your intelligence but I falsely read your heart. You revealed your wrath like acid to my eyes. You took away my voice, my laughter. You hurt me.
And you’re wrong about one thing: You’re not smarter than me.
If you were, you would not have hurt me. You would have rejoiced with myself and the Spirit of God because we were obedient and lovely children with so much potential. But you did not rejoice. You did not appreciate my life being yours, your life being mine. Our lives being in Christ as one flesh.
You betrayed my trust and put fear of you in my heart. You couldn’t even touch me without fear arising.
Therefore, I am not your wife. I was never your wife. I regret every moment and I’m deeply grieving this kind of loss. Take your empty shell and fill it with God’s mercy or be empty. Either way. I’m not… your wife.