Proof The Bible Is True

Suzie, my terrier, lay down on the rug in my parents’ living room and looked at me with her sad, brown eyes. “She misses her doghouse,” I told Mom. “She loved it. I could barely drag her out of it to come inside, even when it was raining. It was her favorite place in the world.”

 

I sighed. Suzie’s doghouse wasn’t lost. I knew exactly where it was. Sitting in the backyard of the apartment house where my ex-husband lived. When Suzie moved into my parents’ house, I hadn’t realized how much she’d miss her old hangout. But when I said I wanted to pick it up, my ex-husband refused.

 

“You should just go get it,” my mother said. “You always let him push you around.”

 

It sounded easy to her. She hadn’t been behind the scenes while the relationship was imploding. She hadn’t witnessed the psychological games and emotional abuse I had endured. How I was always second-guessing myself, even when I was sure I was being the reasonable one. Now, with the divorce all but finalized, things had only gotten worse. My ex-husband knew that by hurting Suzie, he was hurting me. Once again I felt unable to stand up for myself.

 

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