My husband suddenly started insisting we go to church every weekend — when I learned his true reason, I filed for divorce.
For twelve years, my husband Brian and I had never been church people.
Not Easter. Not Christmas. Not even once. Our Sundays belonged to pancakes, cartoons, and our nine-year-old daughter Kiara arguing that noon was still technically morning.
So when Brian suddenly said we should start going to church every weekend, I laughed.
He didn’t. “I’m exhausted,” he told me. “Work is getting to me. I need something positive.”
Then he added something that made it difficult to argue. “I think it could be good for us too.
Something we do together as a family.” Our marriage had felt a little distant lately.
