A Letter from the “Other Woman”

My husband I married young, when I found out I was pregnant with his child. We were typical middle-class teenagers—we had just gone too far with our passions a few times, and we got pregnant. It happened to a lot of kids we knew.

So we got married. We loved each other and, besides, I reasoned to myself, if it didn’t work out, I could always get a divorce and start again. My mother had done that; plenty of my girlfriends had too, and I didn’t think it was a bad plan.

But then a few months before our wedding, I trusted Christ personally and became a Christian. My husband became a believer shortly after our wedding. As I grew in my faith and started reading the Bible, I found that divorce is not an easily exercised option in God’s eyes. But that didn’t worry me too much since our marriage seemed off to a good start.

Ten years reeled off the calendar as we had three children and established a typical home for them.