It Won't Prosper: A Parable On Infidelity In Marriage

by Genevieve D. Woods

hit him, but I feel as if I am the battered and abused one—like I have been drug through the fire and then through the rain. Having your heart ripped out over and over is a special kind of torture. I want it to end, and life to go back to the way it was before I hired the private investigator. I’m pulled from my double-minded thoughts as Seth wipes the tears from my eyes with the back of his thumbs and reaches up to kiss me on each cheek. Why do I allow it? I will never know. It may be the fact that he is the only man I have ever loved emotionally and physically. When he pulls me into an embrace, I accept him. Lord, help me. I’m so confused.

She is love, she believes, she endures, she protects, she forgives. I have to make sure I don’t provoke her any further.

I loved this line, too.