It had to be a humiliating experience.
Caught in the act of adultery. Grabbed by angry, self-righteous hands and cast into the midst of a shocked and angry crowd. 290 more words
Terrell and I love our children and they love us; we actually like each other a lot, too. But, over the years we haven’t seen eye to eye on all things – like nap times, meal choices, clothing and hair preferences, who sits where in the car, whose turn it is for anything, house rules and responsibilities. 367 more words
Because you’re getting older by the day, and, as each day passes, you’d feel that grip of fate, tighten, ‘round your necks, and that you’d been gnawed by your GUILTY CONSCIENCE ever since you’d done the bad deed, and it’s tortured your minds for your lives? 207 more words