One lonely December night, I was lying in bed, feeling so depressed, I said a prayer:
" Dear Heavenly Father,
Please send me an angel. Send someone to me who is kind
and understanding, honest and trustworthy, who will love me
for who I am, whom I can give my heart to and will treat it delicately.
I am tired of being alone."
The Lord sent me Chris.
I met Chris when I started my job back in December of 2009. He was my supervisor, and nothing more. I had formed somewhat of a relationship with his aunt and uncle who also work with us. My license was suspended because of the DUI I had gotten back in February of the same year, and they were nice enough to insist on picking me up and dropping me off. (I lived several blocks away but it had snowed a lot.)
Over the next few months, I think Chris had become curious about me. He had heard a couple "rumors" about me (they were mostly true), and he finally approached me at the machine I was running and struck up a conversation. There was an immediate attraction, I have to admit. He's
a tall, tanned and handsome man. He asked about my kids and how many I had. When I told him 4, I figured if he had been interested in me at all before, he wasn't now. I really had no idea what his agenda was or if he had one. But he kept coming back, day after day and before I knew it, we were together.
My children were in their dad's custody at the time because I had gotten arrested in September (the kids were not with me when I was arrested, it as their dad's weekend), and he took that as his opportunity to gain custody. He got a PFA claiming I had endangered the kids, and they
weren't even with me! But that's another story. I told Chris everything. And I mean
everything. He was the kindest, most understanding man I had ever met. I was skeptical. Men like him didn't exsist, right? He accepted me, flaws and all. And I had plenty.
We went through a rough patch after I got joint custody of my kids. So many changes happened, one right after the next and most of them should have been good. I got a better paying job, but I hated it. We moved to a bigger new house with all the kids, but I hadn't had them in my custody for a year and had gotten used to only taking care of myself. It was tough on me and the kids because our custody agreement (their step-mother wrote it) had them living with me for a week, then their dad a week and so on and so on. I realized, after the fact, how that whole agreement was only to benefit my ex and his wife. (I didn't get the kids for any Thanksgiving, among other things.) Having to deal with their controling step-mom and her mom was more than I could handle at that time. Why was another woman & her mom making the decisions for
my kids and telling
me what to do? She wasn't their mom, even if they had lived in her house. Why was I kept in the dark about everything? Their dad had no idea what was going on, he had to ask her first. (Some things still haven't changed.) And why the hell were they telling my kids to call her mom?! That, too is another story.
My stress level was through the roof. Going from just me and Chris, to me, Chris and 6 kids (he has 2 boys), was a lot all at once. Don't get me wrong, I wanted it that way, but Chris and I weren't on the same page. I had already been in relapse mode,and though I denied it, deep down I knew and I was scared. Still I did nothing to stop it. I relapsed the day I got laid off. That was my excuse. And all hell broke loose over the next couple months. It was pure hell for all of my loved ones. It still hurts knowing what I put them through.
I ended up hurting one of my children while I was in a blackout. I got arrested and woke up on the holding cell floor, not knowing what I had done but knowing it must've been real bad. My first fear was for the kids and after I was told what I did I was sick. I had to talk to Chris. He would leave me for sure, I just knew it. Then, I heard his voice and there was compassion, fear, sadness; but no anger. He got me out of jail and took me home. I cried and cried and he held me and comforted me and listened to me. He did not judge me or yell at me or criticize me. He showed me what true love really is. A pastor told me me the next day that what Chris did was show me just a small bit of the love God has for me. It was a beautiful thought, but I didn't see how God could ever love or forgive me after what I did. I did the worst thing a mother could do: hurt her child.
If it hadn't been for Chris, I don't think I would've survived. I didn't see my kids at all for 4 months. I saw them for 1 hour in 6 months. That is the worst thing a mother can go through, aside from the death of a child. Chris was there for me when nobody else was. I didn't deserve him. Sometimes I wonder what he sees in me.
We got married about 3 months later. God heard my prayer and he answered. We have been married now for over a year and we are happier than ever. There may be issues that arise, but our relationship is strong. I trust him like I have never trusted anyone. He has a big heart and beautiful soul. He has the greatest sense of humor and makes me laugh so much.
I didn't think men like him or relationships this good existed. I certainly had never experienced anything like this before. But good men are out there. I met him at a time when I was happy and content with who I thought I was becoming and I was enthusiastic about life. I think he was drawn to that. You have to like and respect yourself if you expect anyone else to. If you don't like yourself and are negative all the time, what kind of person do you think you will attract? It took me a long time to learn that one. Being alone sucks, but sometimes it better to wait for your soulmate. For your angel.
Comments and questions are welcome.
