Can a broken sex addict find healing and redemption?
Kim's uncontrollable appetite has led to estrangement from her daughter and husband. Despite her bubbly and loving personality, her attempts at finding healing seem to fail until she is introduc...
The man said, "This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called 'woman,' for she was taken out of man." That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh. - Genesis 2:23-24
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I rolled up my baggy sweater sleeves as I dipped the spatula into the pot. I knew they'd fall back down, but it was worth the try. No way was I burning my dinner. DING DONG! The doorbell cut through the silence of the house.
"Kiera, get the door!" Mom hollered from the bathroom, the place she'd been for the last 20 minutes.
"I'm on it, mom!" I rushed to the door, hands dusted with flour. "Hi, dad!" I greeted with a bright smile. "Oh, you look nice!"
"Hi, baby. Thank you!" he replied, trying to hide his blush. "How are you?" he asked in that affectionate tone of his.
"Even better now! Come in, mom is in the bathroom."
He stepped inside, inhaling the aroma of my cooking, and slowly made his way to the couch where he waited for her.
"Fritters?"
"Duh. What else could it possibly be?"
"I figured, that's all you can cook," he embarrassed me, muttering under his breath.
I threw a piece of the crisps at him, and he showcased his doggy skills by catching it into his mouth. We laughed so hard.
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For about five minutes, we caught up on a few missed events; he let me in on his week, and I shared mine with him. I couldn't help but laugh when he told me he went to work on his day off, thinking it was a working day. It was moments like these, that made me cherish our time together.
In the middle of our conversation, mom entered the living room. Though my back was turned, I heard her heels knocking against the floor. Immediately, dad let out a loud sigh, and I knew she was the reason. I couldn't resist the peek. I quickly added more flour mixture to the sizzling oil, then leaned in cautiously, eavesdropping on what was clearly none of my business.
