Doing the right thing
I had been attending church since childhood. I was not always the “good girl,” but much of my adult life was spent committed to doing the right thing: standing beside the man at the pulpit, composed and carefully presented, praised for the discipline of making myself smaller and calling it grace.
We were together for five and a half years. There were important conversations we never managed to have — about what we were experiencing, and what we were not. When we married, I left my corporate career to work in the nonprofit sector. The work was meaningful, but it never fully felt like my own.