The way I figured it, now that I’d stuffed her stocking, she was officially mine.
I’d told her as much, and apparently, that made me “old-fashioned”.
“What is it, woman? Do you need to be punished? Is that what it’s going to take to make you admit who owns you?” I wanted to convince her how precious she was to me. To ease her mind. After all, God was not a God of confusion but of peace. I’d make her see as clearly as I did; we were meant to be together.
Only instead, I sounded curt… mocking. Overbearing.
All the things that would make her push me away. I should have known better, but instead, I screwed up royally.
I told her early on I’d never force her to do something. Now here I was rushing her, simply because I couldn’t wait anymore. Couldn’t stand the way she was growing distant a
