And just like that, he unzipped his wallet and bought his freedom.
It cost him one beautiful bride, the hearts of two daughters, one bribed son’s mind, every other holiday, “four” nights a week he doesn't use plus three more he didn’t want anyway, countless hugs and snuggles, laughter and smiles, good night kisses, one signed letter of resignation as Protector, Helper, Lover, Leader.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars,
new homes, new cars, exorbitant attorney fees, therapy for everyone else, unending headaches, untold heartaches, stomachaches ad nauseum, (vomitus, pukus, ignoramus.)
Credibility, reputation, trust and respect, spent. Freedom is never free.
Is there a book on why not to give in to temptation and have an affair?
Would a person in the throes of temptation ever stop to read a book?
I wonder... if only my friend had known the true cost before throwing his family away.
If only he had recognized the true enemy.
Would he have realized that freedom is never free?