The first year of my marriage to Ann was horrible. We were fighting every single day about every single thing. I was convinced that I married the wrong person because I was so unhappy. It got so bad that one night, after another unending conflict, I crawled out of bed at 3am and went to beg God for …
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The Shapes of Wrath: Get A Grip On Your Anger
I will never forget the day when Ann approached me in the kitchen and began critiquing me about something in our relationship. At that point, we had been married for about five years. She meant to be constructive—that is, she really wanted to help me— but she had not yet learned how to do it without …