God's very own

  Bisade's laughter echoed through the room once again, as she gazed at the photograph that hung on the wall. It had been four days since her husband had left home, and she was beginning to feel like she was losing her mind. The sound of the shattering glass cup from a few days ago still echoed in her mind, and tears streamed down her face as she relived the moment. As she cried, Bisade realized that the cup hadn't just slipped from her grasp; she had deliberately thrown it against the wall. The memory of her own actions shook her to the core, and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of her emotions. "So I actually walked into the kitchen, picked a glass, walked back to the sitting room and slammed it against the wall" Bisade's voice trembled as she spoke the words out loud, grappling with the reality of her own actions. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the tumultuous emotions that were still raging within her. As she ...