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Where was the excitement I had anticipated as the wife of a leader in God’s church? We were supposed to be an army for the Lord, and yet babies, back-breaking work, and never enough money to go around were the lot of a polygamist’s wife. All around me were poverty-stricken homes filled with lonely women and children, living for the scattered moments when our husbands could find time for a hurried visit home. And yet the time Verlan spent at home was the most frustrating time of all. Knowing he was close, yet sleeping in another wife’s bed only blocks away, was the purest form of torture. The irony of it all was the fact that when he was with me, I felt sorry for the others.