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Chapter Forty-Four


            As the months pass, Gord and I become more and more
            like roommates. There is very little physical contact and all
            emotional intimacy has vanished. It seems that, ever since we
            got married, I have been chasing my husband. He always seems
            to have one foot out the door and I’m always reaching for his
            coat tails. I can just never grab on. He keeps running away.
            Over and over again. In every sense.
               I can’t help but feel like there is something drastically wrong
            with me. Why else is it that people can’t just love me? Why
            is there never a sense of peace in my soul? Why am I being
            tortured by someone that I have chosen to love, to invest in, to
            make a home with and together, bring a child into the world?
            It’s impossible for me to understand why this is happening.
               While Gord continues to run away, I continue to hang on
            tightly to God. What does that look like, you might ask? How
            does one hold tightly to the almighty Creator, the Holy One,
            the God of the universe? How can one hold on to a Spiritual
            force? I focus on my strong belief that the supernatural power
            I am tapping into will empower me with a strength that is far
            beyond anything on this earthly plane. I will endure this phase
            Gord is going through. We will come through this difficult
            time. I have to believe. I simply have to. My very existence
            depends on it. God will turn my husband around. Gord will
            take responsibility for Keldon and me and we will be a happy
            family once again. He will love me and desire fervently the
            marriage we dreamed about. He has to. He just has to.
               Prayer keeps me going. A constant dialogue. Dear God, I
            am desperate to be loved by my husband, to be desired by him
            and for him to want to be a family. I ask you, Lord, what am I
            to do while waiting for the changes to take place?
               Navigating through these murky waters leaves me
            bewildered and helpless. I think Gord simply needs to have


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