We spent Christmas week visiting family. We talked, laughed, and ate far too much. One highlight of our visit was going bowling the day after Christmas. I'm a terrible bowler. I used the bumpers without shame, never quite got to 100, but I had a wonderful time. After two games, I had a sore forearm, but something else occurred. I was able to lay some painful memories to rest. It may have been only six or seven years but it seemed like an eternity since the last time I went bowling. My ex-husband and I would go out to dinner and do various activities with a few other couples. It was fun before the marriage turned sour. But once the relationship began to deteriorate, these outings were ordeals to endure. I put up a front that all was well because I was still hopeful, but as time went on, the acting became harder and harder. It was mentally, emotionally, and spiritually draining - a form of self-immolation on the pyre of keeping up a "good" Christian appearance. Our last...