My husband and I have been married for 7 years, and we have a 6 years old daughter. Since the first wedding anniversary, I realized that I have serious difficulty in dealing with my parents in laws. I don't understand their logic, and they also pushed my husband to make decision that, in my mind, is unfair to me. So I slowly withdraw myself from family gathering because I felt too different. My husband did nothing to defend me and our relationship started to crack. Whenever I saw him, I felt like seeing my in-laws. Sex became disgusting so I avoided him, I slept on sofa, and I didn't discuss anything anymore with him. I was so depressed that I couldn't sleep before I bleed (from mid 2014-early 2016). One night, I was bleeding so bad, I fainted and fell down off the stairs. That's how I broke my knee and lost my hearing in one ear.
After that incident, my husband tried his best to help me. At first I was defensive toward him, but he didn't give up. With his support, also my parents and brother, I pushed myself to rearrange my life once again. Then about 2 weeks ago, I accidentally found "something very shameful" that I could use for revenge. It was so tempting, but I kept asking myself, would it make my life better? I've made a good progress so far, not by hurting someone else, but because of love and support.
This morning, I decide to delete those "proofs". I was crying, thinking of the last few years and whatever I've been through. My flesh said they deserve to suffer. But I knew Jesus wants me otherwise. This is the right thing to do, rite?
After that incident, my husband tried his best to help me. At first I was defensive toward him, but he didn't give up. With his support, also my parents and brother, I pushed myself to rearrange my life once again. Then about 2 weeks ago, I accidentally found "something very shameful" that I could use for revenge. It was so tempting, but I kept asking myself, would it make my life better? I've made a good progress so far, not by hurting someone else, but because of love and support.
This morning, I decide to delete those "proofs". I was crying, thinking of the last few years and whatever I've been through. My flesh said they deserve to suffer. But I knew Jesus wants me otherwise. This is the right thing to do, rite?