I can only tell you so much in one blog as I don’t want to be too long. So I will be concise.

 This is my story. I love my life. Currently I am separated from my second husband since April. We were married for seven years. He is a seaman by trade a minister by vocation and a salesman when all else fails. I’m not sure what happened and can only tell you my side of the story. He is a kind man and will give you the shirt off his back, but he wouldn’t do that for me.

  He’s a momma’s boy. He was living there when I met him and that’s where he is now. He had the habit of taking care of everybody’s needs except the house where he slept and ate. He stopped shipping out cause he wanted to be on land so he could pursue realestate dream and it went downhill after that.

  The disheartening part revolves around him being a minister, those of us who read and digest the Bible know the verse about leave and cleave. He read this and even taught it but somehow managed not to live, walk or be it.

part 1