Martha’s life with Thomas seems perfect. He buys her flowers every time they argue. Makes sure she is warm when they go to church on a Sunday. Neighbours admire their strong marriage. She strives for perfection, but finds only control. If you want to read on from this snippet of my book – visit Amazon today. Join Martha on her journey to find a pathway away from pain.
Martha cautiously watched as Thomas entered their front room. In his hands, a gorgeous array of colours, wrapped in a bow. She rose to greet him, accepted them with a hug. Held them like they were going to fall apart in her hands.
Their argument had been trivial, but he still thought to buy her flowers.
‘You didn’t have to, but they’re beautiful.’ Placed on her chair, she reached in for a kiss.
‘I wanted to apologise, nothing but the best for my wife.’
Hips held firm; Martha allowed his hands to wander. She had put on weight when Laura was born, but it was soon lost. If she tried on her wedding dress today, it would probably hang off her. Thomas often remarked she could do with putting on a few more pounds.