Happily Even After by Marilynn Griffith

Author:Marilynn Griffith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2008-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

The next week flew by as I caught up on all the Web work I’d slacked off on while my laptop and my love life was offline. Things were better between Ryan and I in the bedroom (not that they had ever been bad), but I couldn’t help thinking about what I’d said to Liz the last time I’d seen her: It wasn’t just what people said that mattered, but what they did. After praying about it, I’d considered wearing my wedding band again, whether Ryan got another one or not.

And though I’d laughed at Pamela about the “hidden files,” it was all I could do to keep from snooping in Ryan’s files every time I saw his laptop lying around. (Which wasn’t very much anymore. He left it in his truck now mostly. I didn’t know what to make of that.) What I did know for sure was that Ryan had not confronted this woman about her behavior in any way. Nor did he plan to. He’d told me as much.

Though my husband reassured me that he loved me, sometimes I didn’t know what to believe. One thing was for sure, though, as much as I loved my girlfriends, old and new, there were some things that Jesus alone can get you through. I’d been reading back through the vows that Dana had written for her “Married to my Maker” ceremony a couple years back. Though she ended up marrying Adrian that day, the sentiment holds true. I had a husband long before I met Ryan and He’s never been unfaithful or let me down. Jesus is my provider, the lover of my soul. As much as I’d like to pin my every hope and emotional need on Ryan, I could see now that doing so was not only foolish, but dangerous.

He was just a man. I realized now that as a single woman, I gave Ryan and all the men like him too much power in my life. I wanted somebody to want me then, and to be honest, I wanted the same thing now. I just didn’t want to want it. Okay, I was confusing myself.

Anyway, the days flipped by with me riding through drive-thrus like a maniac and saying those dreaded words that I thought I’d never say again—Supersize me! After almost a week of that, everything I owned was tight. I wouldn’t be buying another scale until something I owned loosened up around the waist. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know how bad I’d blown it. I kept thinking about that woman’s picture and how slim—no, skinny—she was. And those breasts? Well, they weren’t serving up three meals a day, that’s for sure. That stuff looked surgically enhanced like the women I saw everywhere these days. From sidebars on my e-mails to commercials for coffee and condiments, there they were. And Ryan saw them, too.

What’s a regular woman, a wife and mother, to do?

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