Last week my husband sent me an email. It went something like this:
I edited out the pastor's name so a google search doesn't start a rumor.
Let me just tell you. In the first line of that email, my heart sank. I wanted to throw my computer against the wall and cry. Thankfully I'm the type of person that reads all the details before outwardly reacting.
So once I read all the details, I reacted. I drafted up a snappy response, which included this... times 10.
Don't do junk like that to a pregnant woman.