My husband is a minister, and I am his third wife. He has two other children by two other women, both ex-wives.
(I used to think I wanted the superpower of mind-reading. But aren’t you glad I don’t? Me, too.)
How did this happen? Well, let me put your minds at ease by saying that his two previous marriages were in the B.C. years. You know—before Christ. Okay, so that won’t ease everyone’s minds, but that’s alright. We all have our faults. My husband and I are just some of those rare individuals who are very forth-coming about their faults. You have to identify a problem before you can correct it. Believe me–we have learned to be super stealthy self detectives : )