My Amish Husband Was With Another Woman, The Bishop Said It Was My Fault

The night I found out, I was standing at the kitchen window with my hands in cold dishwater. It was November, late enough that the field beyond the glass had gone completely black, and the only thing I could see in the reflection was my own face looking back at me. The water had gone cold without my noticing. That is the detail I remember most — not what he said when he came through the door, not the particular way he set his hat on the hook without meeting my eyes. The cold water. The way my hands had stopped feeling it. He said her name like it was a fact. Like a man reading from a ledger. I stood there. I said nothing. I kept my hands in the water. #RachelTheAmishMidwife #AmishMidwife #AmishStories #AmishLife #AmishWomen #ExAmish #AmishSecrets #BehindThePrayerCap #PlainCommunity #AmishTruth