I've never heard my husband been so passionate about anything in his life. But he was so expressive and raw and open about it. "That's why I hate you!" And "I'm so angry!". He said them twice just to confirm. I felt liberated. The truth had set me free. He was no more pretending to love me. He could finally sincerely and genuinely express his true feelings for me, after all these years. I heard myself reply, "I want a divorce." It was mere illusion. I muttered not a word. I did the Christian thing -- I kept silent. I guess that was a good thing and that this tells us apart from the non-Christians. Others would have called it quits. What marriage is there when the underlying truth is that it was founded on hate? The whole point of marriage is love. Supposedly. But now we're dangling on covenant -- a contract, the law. And utter pretense. I saw unforgiveness as a sort of barrier. A protection. Like if I harbored it, it would protect me from ...