Hailey
Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:18 am
I gave my heart to Jesus when I was 5. My parents were in the ministry and I was a "good" Christian girl. I graduation high school and went to Bible College, hoping to be in the ministry. I got engaged to a guy who was emotionally messed up and that ended up not working out. When I got back home from the Bible College/broken engagement experience, I was devistaed. I didn't know which direction my life would take. All my friends were married and there were no christian prospects for marriage and I felt I was destined to be alone. I was so very lonely. I started dating a guy from my work and insisted we would just be friends. He said he gave his heart to God and now 11 years later, I am married to him. He wants nothing to do with God. I feel just as as alone if not more than I did before I found this man. Going to church alone has taken it's tole. I hate trying to drag 2 little kids to church wondering if they are going to sit through the service or I'll have to stand out in the hallway anyway...the empty seat beside me. I don't fit with the single people. I don't fit with the married people who are coming to church as a family. I don't fit anywhere. I can't get plugged in because my job with rotating hours and shfits causes me to have trouble getting to church at all and forget joining anything extra because I work various nights. And even if I were to be able to go - my husband works rotating shifts too and finding child care is difficult. I feel like I'm stuck in this void. I missionary dated and became unequally yoked with a man who gave the perception that God was important to him. Now, I'm living with that mistake in my face EVERY DAY. Knowing I disappointed God EVERY DAY with my one ridiculious decision that changed my life forever. My husband is an emotinoal roller coaster and is either mad or glad. I walk around on egg shells, because he never gets mildly annoyed with ANYTHING. He gets angry and verbally abusive. I have no biblical reason to divorce him, but life is miserable. The weird thing is that he is fine. He has his mad spurts and then acts like nothing ever happened. Happy as a clam for a few days before he does it all over again. I'm out of touch with church. I'm out of touch with God. I'm definately out of touch with my husband. I need a miralce. I don't want my kids growing up in a house where they are afriad to spill a glass of milk and they watch their father verbally berate their mother. I don't want them thinking that is ok. I know God doesn't want me to be a doormat and I am a people pleaser and need to get a backbone. I will apologize for things that aren't my fault for the sake of peace. I do this because at least if I say it's my problem, I can do something to fix it. It's easier then trying to get an arrogant prideful man to try to admit he needs to change something to promote peace in the house. I have to stop doing it and I don't know how.