But it wouldn't be nothing...nothing without a woman or a girl. Men have assumed the aggressive role in the male-female relationship since the beginning of time. But it takes a special man who is not afraid to follow his heart and to set his mind on giving the heart what it wants. He must be the sort of man who doesn't give up easily and who doesn't play mind games, and is dedicated to the pursuit of excellence.
One particular example comes to mind with the cave man and his macho possessiveness toward his woman. A cave man would use brute strength to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder and literally carry her away to his own cave dwelling. Now I say that here was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't shy about going to get it. Not to say that I agree with any man using brute strength for any reason with a woman, but admittedly there is some appeal to the prospect of a man taking on a proactive part in going after and getting his woman. And this can be especially appealing when the man is someone who was tripping your trigger anyway and someone you can imagine a future with. Not so wonderful if the man whose pursuing you is a first class nut job.
Stanford Clayton had had plenty of time to consider the results of his violent actions toward his wife. He had spent time in jail while waiting for his bail to be arranged, and after his release he went home to an empty house, knowing that his wife was still confined to the hospital bed mending from the wounds he had inflicted on her. His children had become estranged because of the drama and the tragedy that had exploded within the family. His employees were reserved (to say the least) in their attitudes toward him and even his own parents had become almost alienated from him. He could half-way deal with all of this, but the only forgiveness he wanted was from his wife. He had forgiven Helena for her affair, but he had yet to forgive himself for the awful things he had done.
He wandered about the huge house all day in sadness and recrimination. He slept most of the mornings away since sleep eluded him at night; most nights it was two-three in the mornings when he would finally fall into a fitful sleep that was haunted by the images of Helena bruised and battered and sobbing and screaming. When he wasn't having what passed for sleep and he was awake he was plagued by images of her and Griffin McCoy...her wrapped in his arms and his hands all over her.
Several times Stanford had become physically ill because he could not shut down his thoughts and his mind had become a battlefield of dark and sickening places that even the daylight hours could hardly chase away. He absolutely had to do something to turn all of this around. But, he was forbidden by law to visit the hospital. He could not call her. He had managed to get his daughter to listen to him for five minutes during which he begged her to please tell Helena how sorry he was and to please forgive him. She had reluctantly agreed to pass along his message, but she did not come back to him with a reply.
He still loved his wife with all that he had. He did not want to lose her, and he wanted desperately to get their old life back. He was more than willing to put his heart and his soul into rebuilding their marriage and reclaiming their love, for he was convinced that with time Helena would admit that she was still in love with him too. He knew that she must have truly felt something for Griffin because he knew his wife's character and she would not have jeopardized her perfect lifestyle for just a few physical encounters. What was the hardest for him to admit to himself was that he had played a major role in her infidelity. He had dropped the ball somewhere along the way, and although he could not excuse her affair, he could understand her reasons for having it.
Stanford vowed to re engineer himself into a better husband if...no; when she came home and they could begin to put back together the broken pieces of the life they shared. As fragile as their bond was now, he would hold onto hope because hope was all he had right now. Never having been a spiritual man, he had just recently discovered that what he truly needed in his life was God; a serious and real relationship with God. It was the one and only way he could fully recover from his own darkness and help his wife out of hers so they could mend their relationship was to let in the light of God's love and forgiveness.
Yes, Stanford was a man on a mission and the sooner he could begin that mission the better. And what better way to start than on his knees.
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One particular example comes to mind with the cave man and his macho possessiveness toward his woman. A cave man would use brute strength to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder and literally carry her away to his own cave dwelling. Now I say that here was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't shy about going to get it. Not to say that I agree with any man using brute strength for any reason with a woman, but admittedly there is some appeal to the prospect of a man taking on a proactive part in going after and getting his woman. And this can be especially appealing when the man is someone who was tripping your trigger anyway and someone you can imagine a future with. Not so wonderful if the man whose pursuing you is a first class nut job.
Stanford Clayton had had plenty of time to consider the results of his violent actions toward his wife. He had spent time in jail while waiting for his bail to be arranged, and after his release he went home to an empty house, knowing that his wife was still confined to the hospital bed mending from the wounds he had inflicted on her. His children had become estranged because of the drama and the tragedy that had exploded within the family. His employees were reserved (to say the least) in their attitudes toward him and even his own parents had become almost alienated from him. He could half-way deal with all of this, but the only forgiveness he wanted was from his wife. He had forgiven Helena for her affair, but he had yet to forgive himself for the awful things he had done.
He wandered about the huge house all day in sadness and recrimination. He slept most of the mornings away since sleep eluded him at night; most nights it was two-three in the mornings when he would finally fall into a fitful sleep that was haunted by the images of Helena bruised and battered and sobbing and screaming. When he wasn't having what passed for sleep and he was awake he was plagued by images of her and Griffin McCoy...her wrapped in his arms and his hands all over her.
Several times Stanford had become physically ill because he could not shut down his thoughts and his mind had become a battlefield of dark and sickening places that even the daylight hours could hardly chase away. He absolutely had to do something to turn all of this around. But, he was forbidden by law to visit the hospital. He could not call her. He had managed to get his daughter to listen to him for five minutes during which he begged her to please tell Helena how sorry he was and to please forgive him. She had reluctantly agreed to pass along his message, but she did not come back to him with a reply.
He still loved his wife with all that he had. He did not want to lose her, and he wanted desperately to get their old life back. He was more than willing to put his heart and his soul into rebuilding their marriage and reclaiming their love, for he was convinced that with time Helena would admit that she was still in love with him too. He knew that she must have truly felt something for Griffin because he knew his wife's character and she would not have jeopardized her perfect lifestyle for just a few physical encounters. What was the hardest for him to admit to himself was that he had played a major role in her infidelity. He had dropped the ball somewhere along the way, and although he could not excuse her affair, he could understand her reasons for having it.
Stanford vowed to re engineer himself into a better husband if...no; when she came home and they could begin to put back together the broken pieces of the life they shared. As fragile as their bond was now, he would hold onto hope because hope was all he had right now. Never having been a spiritual man, he had just recently discovered that what he truly needed in his life was God; a serious and real relationship with God. It was the one and only way he could fully recover from his own darkness and help his wife out of hers so they could mend their relationship was to let in the light of God's love and forgiveness.
Yes, Stanford was a man on a mission and the sooner he could begin that mission the better. And what better way to start than on his knees.
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