One afternoon as I happened to pass by one window which faced our road, I noticed a truck pulling onto our driveway.  It was loaded down with furniture.  Pulling up the rear was an automobile with Hemma’s family on board.

I called Hemma to have a look with me out the window.  ‘Why is all this furniture coming to our house?’  I took a deep breath, ‘and your family too?’  Eyes lowered, she unassumingly answered, “I see my family, yes.  They sold their old house and they’re moving in here with us.”

See my jaw hitting the floor … now!

‘Hemma!  You knew about this?’ Her eyes looked up at me and the answer was there.  ‘And you didn’t tell me, why?’  Now she’s crying.  “If I had told you about this, you would’ve moved out and left me here all alone.”  I couldn’t help but to look at her in disbelief.

She kept going, “I did not want to lose you!  I love you so very much so please forgive me.  I will do anything for you so please, just don’t leave me!”  Then she embraced me so tightly and wouldn’t let go.  I broke loose from the lady bear and said simply, ‘Okay.’

As I was pulling away from my wife’s grip, thoughts raced through my mind like a hurricane and on top was always, ‘God, what is going on?  Why is this happening again?!’  It was like something is trying to make certain that I know 100% I have to separate from Hemma.

Well, I do know now we can never truly be as we were becoming over these last 3 weeks.  When I said, ‘okay’ to her, I had decided to play their game, staying on in the house long enough to formulate a plan.  I believed I could manage to avoid them for a little while, but not too long.

 
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