Diary Of A Pastor's Wife

January 10, 1996, Pastor served me with divorce papers, and told me that he did not love me anymore. That we could no longer get along.  He said,
“you are supposed to live holy.”  He told me you can try and stop this divorce if you want to, but it will not work.  I told him, “Serve it and watch me try to stop it.”  So we began to argue, or if you want to call it that, trying to make things right.  In the back of my mind something was not right.  I told him it was something deeper than what was going on right now. In fact, I knew it was not the fact that he was not getting along with me, but getting along with someone else (getting along very well with someone else).  He told me that it was nothing he had done wrong, and I needed to compose myself or “get myself together.”

This man wanted me to get myself together, he had just told me he no longer wanted to be with me, how was I suppose to react to such news, but his unrealistic expectation shall continue.  He informed me to go to church and tell the congregation that I was sorry for accusing him of having an affair with one of the church members.  I asked the ever-holy one if he had heard the old saying ‘the mountain not coming to you but you coming to the mountain?’  I then turned and faced my beloved and solemnly stated, “ I will not do anything such as this, let them come to me, the wrong was done unto me!”