Be Still
As I worked on myself to change my sexual interactions with my husband, I began to see him as a child of God, just like me—imperfect, sinful, with a hurting heart. The walls around the black hole of my heart began to thin and weaken, and the hurt began to escape. The pain and hopelessness drained from my heart, to be replaced by joy, contentment, and hope. Somewhere along the way from where I was to where I am now, I learned to forgive my husband.