I was a good Christian girl raised by good Christian parents in a good Baptist church here in the Midwest. My mother put me in dresses for Sunday morning services, my father wore a suit and tie to church, and we sang the century-old hymns in the sanctuary. When I went to college, I went by the book and fell in love with a cute and smart church-going boy, dating him chastely for three years in our church community. When we married, our wedding party was full of our church friends, and on our wedding night we gave our virginity to each other. Again, I was a good little Christian girl, raised to believe that the church was a city on a hill, a beacon of hope, the source of capital-T "Truth" and capital-L "Love". But Life came along, and yanked on the threads of my immaculately-knit beliefs. And when my life's edges started becoming jagged and unraveled - long before my issues included thoughts of divorce - it was the Christians who abandoned and rejec
My almost-ex-husband is brilliant. Not just smart or bright - brilliant. I knew that when I met him, even though he was still struggling through his undergraduate degree. Five years after we started dating, he got his mechanical engineering degree; two years later, he earned his master's degree in industrial engineering; and now he is, quite literally, a rocket scientist. His brain is a wonder, and works so differently than my artistic grey matter. I've always deeply respected his work ethic and God-given intelligence that got him there (I still do). For his bedtime reading he would bring an engineering or physics book to bed, and I'd fruitlessly try to read over his shoulder; what was unintelligible to me was clear information to him. Absolutely incredible. Because of his proven brilliance, I usually trusted his opinion of all things. The man has a steel-trap memory and incredible analytical recall; he is a walking encyclopedia. Countless times I would