I met with my boss yesterday, told her about my upcoming move across the country, and she was surprisingly supportive. She wants to keep me on full-time, working from home. When I shared this news with my parents, my mom said, “You should be journaling about these days and this adventure. Someday you will be asked about a time when God was at work in your life.” She doesn’t realize how right she is because she knows nothing of my addiction.
I’m not sure about the whole God thing at the moment, I’m feeling a little jaded. But, I do know that there has occasionally been some divine intervention, so to speak, and in my addiction I always fought it.
It’s been almost a year since the last time I cheated on my wife. I had driven over 3 hours to a neighboring state to hook up with a woman I had randomly met at a bar a week earlier. The roads were bad, it was storming, I remember seeing cars in the ditch and thinking, “That could be me. That would be hard to explain.” I ignored the omen. I remember thinking to myself, “I don’t know this woman at all. She could steal my car, kill me, bury my body, and no one would ever know what happened to me.” I ignored the omen. When I arrived at my destination, the woman I was meeting was standing outside. A group of men appeared from the shadows and walk right toward me. I took a step back toward my car and asked, “What’s going on?” The woman I was meeting shrugged and said, “It’s fine.” The men walked right past me. I ignored the omen.
Fast forward to December and my wife finds out I had been having an affair. I come clean about all my indiscretions and we have been working on healing and communication ever since.
Fast forward to May and my wife begins to be courted by a company out west… Now we’re moving there. I do believe God, or some higher power, has been observing from a distance. Had my wife found out about my addiction in the spring or right now, I don’t think we would be moving together. I have no idea where my path is leading, but I am watching for omens now and following them.
I agree with my mother that I needed to journal about this time in my life somewhere, but I think this may be the only safe place to do that in full detail.