When on the stand, we swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help us God. I wish this were the case in relationships. How great would it be to whip out a Bible when questioning a man’s intentions? He’d tremble in front of me. A bead of sweat would drip down his temple and onto the Holy Scripture as I grill him with questions.
“Who’s that girl commenting on all your Facebook photos and status updates?!”
“Why haven’t you introduced me to your mother?!”
“Are you just after my pepa or my pepa, my heart and my mind?!”
His eyes would bulge out of their sockets while he struggled to answer my queries. If he hesitated, I’d point at the Bible. “Answer me!” I’d yell.
“You can’t handle the truth!” he’d holler back.
And maybe, I can’t. Read the rest on VOXXI!