Just one chapter of the story.
Happily. Ever. After. I once thought marriage was a high point in life. Find the guy. Pick the perfect dress. Plan a beautiful party. Surround yourself with friends and family to celebrate this glorious moment of love. Although, I've never been the typical chick about it. I didn't envision the dress since I was a teen. I didn't have a single detail planned out. Did the idea interest me? Sure. But I never had too much "hope" in it. In fact, I remember having a moment in my heart when I told the Lord I was happy being single. Why did I have to get married? It wasn't too long after that moment before I met the man I'd marry, Love, and give birth to our two beautiful, lovely children. But marriage was hard. We fought. A lot. Heartache beyond heartache. Some moments I block out because they are too painful to deal with. Moments that made me question my faith. I gave all I could but it wasn't enough. It failed. We were