Quote Originally Posted by CyclChyk View Post
My strength did not come from therapy. It came from my husband. He was the first one who made me examine the things I was supressing so that I was able to pick apart the pieces that I was responsible for, and for those that I wasn't.
What a very wise man. (I almost wrote "guy" and realized that could be taken several ways!) When I went through confirmation classes about five years ago to join the Episcopal Church, one thing the priest said to me was rather startling. He was talking about the Episcopal view of "confession," (not required -- I think the adage is, "All may, no one must, some should.)

And he mentioned that frequently when somebody came to him for confession, they confessed to "sins" that they'd felt immense guilt and pain over for years or even decades -- which weren't sins at all. He said that sometimes somebody just needs to hear the words, "You're forgiven," and other times they need to hear, "Goodness gracious child, that's no sin." LOL

I haven't ever been to confession, but if I were to go, I'm sure I'd go to him!

Sounds like your husband has that gift.

So many people have said such wonderful things, it's impossible to respond to them all.