The PERFECT Wife...

What is the perfect wife? Is she one that makes the home a place of peace and comfort? The one who sacrifices her body for 9 months, then spends excruciating hours in labor to bring forth an extension of the family? Is she the one who devotes every hour of the day to her home, her children, her job, her spouse (not in that order)? Is she the one who feeds and bathes the kids, puts them to bed so she can lie awake in her own bed wondering why her husband hasn't come home yet? Cries herself to sleep only to awaken at 3, 4, 5am to no one beside her... still? 
What a perfect wife is not is the woman who gets fed up with being left alone to raise a family. The one tired of cooking dinners that don't get eaten or yelled at for not having dinner made. She's not the wife that has to perform special "favors" to get money from her spouse for school supplies, Christmas, . Birthdays, groceries or the one who is left to fend for herself and her kids while he goes to jail for his poor decisions.  
She's not the wife who stays silent while he's out in the RV watching porn, snorting cocaine and jacking off. She's not the wife going without so he can support the local single moms at the strip club. Nor is she the wife that smiles while watching and listening to him talk to another woman with the look and tone he doesn't share with her. 
A perfect wife would NEVER seek validation of her worthiness or need to be reminded that she's wanted and desired... in the arms of another man.  

I never claimed to be perfect. I never promised to be perfect. I also never offered myself as a victim to abuse, neglect, slavery, confinement, isolation, judgment, ridicule, loneliness, or emotional and physical punishment. 
What I started out as was every man's dream and I allowed a monster to divert my beliefs and strengths into a weak minded cheater. I live with many regrets to the choices I made and the person I became. Somehow 
wishing I could say I just sat there and took the abuse like a perfect wife would.  

Lord, forgive me my sins. Judge me and discipline me in the way you see just. All I ask Father is that he receives the same. 🙏











































































































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