The Lodger

  “What have you contributed? Nothing, absolutely nothing! You are just like a lodger in  my  house. That’s what you are, a lodger!” he said with pure disgust.  Another senseless but cutting remark. When I met him he already had his house. It was completely furnished. In fact the only thing it really needed was a woman’s touch. The house was so . . . masculine. But here’s the thing, all my suggestions were met with obstinate objections.  “I think I should change the curtains!”  “Why? I bought them with my money. They have sentimental value to  me . This is how you met  my  house. This is how  I  like it.”  He went on and on about how he built the house himself. I hadn’t paid for anything. But that was 12 years ago.  “Babes . . . I’m so sorry. I’m going to travel back in time so that I can make a valid contribution ok?”  Naturally that was the last time he called me a lodger  I came to learn and understand that when he chose to be, my ex-husband could be void of any human logic when it


  I suspect that I have probably said this before, nonetheless, I shall say it again. Nobody gets married expecting to divorce. When you said "I do" you meant it. I meant it back then.  The bible says ' Death and life are in the power of the tongue' (Proverbs 18:21). Words either build or destroy. They influence others to be upright or unethical. That's why as children of God, we must always choose to use them wisely. We are responsible for every utterance. Nothing can be 'unsaid'.   Recently, a friend poured out her heart to me. I have dealt with my own pain, and when I blog, it is from a place of healing. However, witnessing the raw pain of others is heartbreaking. She was in a bleak and sinister emotional place. Her eyes were dead, her usual smile buried. It is like standing on the edge of an abyss, there is no return if you fall in. She was there teetering on the edge, ready to take the plunge. I prayed with her and then asked forgiveness for what I wa