I’m standing on an area rug in my house. We have beautiful hickory wood floors throughout our first floor and several area rugs are scattered throughout the various rooms. I’m standing on one of those rugs and watching my surroundings–my beautiful children, my adoring husband, my beautiful home. I’m grateful I can stand on that rug–grateful I can walk, grateful I am healthy, grateful for the goodness that surrounds me. Everything good I have is a gift from God. Life is good.
Then my husband walks over to the rug. He grabs the edges of the rug and yanks with all his might. I didn’t see this coming. He pulls the rug out from under me so quickly that I lose my balance. I just wasn’t expecting him to do that. I go flying through the air with the force of the pull. I land alone on the hard floor. I’ve hit my head, I’m bleeding, my head pounds, I’m dazed and confused. And then I begin to cry. I cry so hard like I’ve never cried before. Why would my sweetheart hurt me like this? He knew what would happen when he pulled out that rug yet he did it anyway. I thought he loved me, I thought he was kind. Oh my head hurts so badly. I can feel a lump forming. It hurts so badly. And why can’t I stop crying? Betrayal, you just never see it coming.