I Went To A Pastor For Prayers Few Minutes Later The Unexpected Took Place

My husband was crying. I was crying too. We sat there in that heavy silence, both of us trying to breathe through the weight of what had happened. I watched him closely, waiting—hoping—that after the tears, he’d say something. Anything.

He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on mine. I saw his throat move, saw the struggle inside him. But he said nothing. Just silence. So I broke it. I asked him the question I already knew the answer to: “It’s over, right? You’ll never forgive me, right? Say something. I know men don’t….Read Full Story Here……..