It is five years after I remarry when I finally begin to make friends–when I start new. Because after the affair and the divorce and the loss of all I know, I have no other choice but to start again.
We attend couple’s bible study every Tuesday for three years with the same five couples, and we study so many different topics. Including a series on marriage, complete with each couple going around the circle, sharing stories of how they met.
And for most I suppose it would be an easy thing to do.
To tell the fond story of how two hearts meet and are set aflame with passion for one another.
How there’s butterflies and dates and letters and phone calls.
How the families are introduced and all show up for the grandness of the wedding.
How the white dress is worn down the long carpeted aisle and the groom wells with tears at the sight of his bride.
How the cake is cut and the car drives away with cans clanking down the road.