When I got married, nobody told me Christian marriages could break down, that there could be infidelity, and my Christian husband could reject and abandon his wife for another woman.
Our premarital relationship was a model of traditional courtship. We honoured each other right down to our chaste goodnight kisses. Our wedding was a fairytale complete with Elizabethan gowns, family crests flying from church rafters, and actors performing Romeo and Juliet’sbalcony scene.
But in all our premarital counseling, bridal showers, and discipling times with married friends, nobody explained to me what “for better or worse” might actually look like.
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