Temptation Confessions Of A Marriage: Counselor Repack

It’s a simple platinum band. No engraving. Nothing fancy. But there’s a hairline scratch across the top—from when Claire had an emergency C-section with our second child. I was so scared my hands were shaking, and I gripped the railing in the OR so hard that the metal scraped against a steel handrail.

The rain is still falling. I stand up, grab my coat, and turn off the light. The chairs remain empty, waiting for the next couple, the next crisis, the next storm. But for the first time in a long time, I’m not running from mine. temptation confessions of a marriage counselor