Mid-October 1987 Ron Duncan told me I was pregnant.
I was sure he was wrong. So sure that I refused to take time to go get tested. (No, I hadn’t learned true submission yet. Plus I had accounting tests to study for!)
Ron was so sure I was pregnant that he told me to pee in a jar and put the lid on it. He put it in a paper bag and took it to my doctor’s office for a pregnancy test. Of course, he was right. I was expecting our third child.
One Tuesday evening months later, he told me I was Read more [...]