when the day of my second anniversary of holding my Temple Recommend coincided with the date of my graduation, I felt a subtle "nod" from my Heavenly Father
I had planned to leave a week in advance; I had planned to rent a car. I had also planned to come back home after the twins were baptized. I didn’t plan leaving my husband at his behest. I didn’t plan to divorce him. But nothing went as planned.
I am a survivor. I didn't realize the extent of the abuse that I had survived, until repressed memories surfaced three years ago. Even before then, I knew that "Father's Day" never conjured up the happiness in me that it seemed it ought to have. I have experienced years of psychotherapy for the abuse I... Continue Reading →