Have you ever been so stressed you wished for a miracle…?
Paul was on the couch bitterly straining over his computer for the countless night in a row.
I know how much he hates coming home from workjust to do “other people’s work,” night after night, from his laptop. The irritation flowed like smoke from his nostrils. His entire energy said, “Leave me alone!”
He wasn’t the only one under stress in the house. Some days the anxiety coursed through any one of us to the point of nausea. Did I mention this can lead to fighting?
Finally he shut the computer, grabbed his cup of tea and headed down the hall. I called out to him from the living room.
“Hey, I think I’m learning something. You are clearly in need of miracle sex.”