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The Church Wife: Chapter Four
After the kids went to school and my husband went to work, I decided I would spend the day cleaning and doing things around the house to get my mind in order about the things that had been happening to me lately.
It took hours to get the house cleaned. As usual, I had put a few things off that needed to be done for far too long. And now that I had the time, I wanted to get them done.
Even after doing everything, I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I was turning into something I had dreaded for so long.
I hated the girls in high school who clung to the jocks and wore skimpy clothes to get all the boys’ attention. I hated when women walked into the church to confess the thoughts that they were having about cheating on their husbands or the men that cheated on their wives.
Maybe it was all that hate rising to the surface that made me want to. That was when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Perhaps it wasn’t hate at all. Maybe it was envy.
“Well shit,” I said, plummeting into my favorite chair.
There it was right before my eyes. I didn’t hate any of those people; I envied them. They went to the after-school parties with the jocks and the popular kids. They were the ones that had something exciting in their lives that another brick hit me square in the head.
