Kerrin
02-28-2005, 02:21 AM
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I am somewhat embarrassed to share this experience. actually it's more shame I think.
But, since being "excommunicated" and beginning counselling, I can't seem to get it off my mind.
When my 1st husband finally left us alone and I was searching for
myself", and somewhere "safe', i began attending a women's support group for domestic violence. It was a feeder in to the church that I became a member of. (I didn't know that at the time, I thought the group just rented the room).
Anyway I got taken in by the church and became very close to the Vicar and his family, frequently eating with them etc.... (we sort of became their project).
At that time I also had met someone very special, who offered us his home to live in as we were virtually "homeless", (having lost our lovely home in the divorce),
I actually met him socially and we really got along well, he was different, he didn't drink or swear , he was a gentleman and treated me like a lady, even when we moved in to his house. He was always the same.
He was nothing but respectful of me and my daughter, making us feel really welcome........
Cut a longish story short, I fell in love with him, my daughter adored him and his family loved us. (he also was well off financially and talked about our future together and not expecting me to work if I didn't want to, he asked how I wanted to renovate HIS house, and every friday we would go out to eat as a family and shopping, he would do things like give me $100 and say "just go get something for you!"
He supported my going to church, he went to a private Anglican school ,but wasn't ready to go back to church himself.
By this time the new Pastor had me well and trully "hooked", and "convicted" of my SIN of living with him (even though he was a true gentleman.)
I really did love this man, he could've offered, and wanted to, offer us everything we never had, love unconditional, financial security, family blessings; it all seemed too good to be true.
He would take time off work to come to my daughter's sporting events, if he had a late start he would walk with me to take her to school, and pick her up. He spent loads of time on her, helping with school work, spoilt her rotten at Christmas,(me too),
His parents were also wealthy and i thought they would disaprove of their only son marrying a single mum, but we all just hit it off!!
I had started attending "courses" as the Vicar advised, I had, inadvertantly, set him up as my "Father", And I guess that was his goal. ( i made him god to my detriment!)
After about year, we wanted to marry so I took him to meet The Vicar who took an immediate dislike to Andrew and stated I would be making a mistake!!
Together with his "troops", one who I thought was my best friend, they talked me into leaving him and moving in with a parish family, where we would be "safe".
I left, and went back to him after a day, only to have the church come and get me!!
I broke his heart, he cried and asked me to come back, he never hounded me, he said to consider what I wanted..........I never did!!
I considered what the church thought I should want, seeing as I had such a flawed past.
So over the past 7 years the Vicar has "presented" a few "suitable", husbands, none of which i even liked.
Eventually i hit their "jackpot", and married this present ,estranged, man, who left me after 10 months.
BUT it's my fault!! of course because i wouldn't submit!!
Now having left the church and started my counselling I can't help thinking what a mistake I made!
And I just had to tell someone, so it's out there in cyberspace now and i feel a little lighter.
My prayer is, that God WILL give me another chance to meet someone one day as equally as nice as the one I let get away........sigh.........(just another part of my grieving I guess)....... :confused: :(
Thanks for listening,
Kerrin
I am somewhat embarrassed to share this experience. actually it's more shame I think.
But, since being "excommunicated" and beginning counselling, I can't seem to get it off my mind.
When my 1st husband finally left us alone and I was searching for
myself", and somewhere "safe', i began attending a women's support group for domestic violence. It was a feeder in to the church that I became a member of. (I didn't know that at the time, I thought the group just rented the room).
Anyway I got taken in by the church and became very close to the Vicar and his family, frequently eating with them etc.... (we sort of became their project).
At that time I also had met someone very special, who offered us his home to live in as we were virtually "homeless", (having lost our lovely home in the divorce),
I actually met him socially and we really got along well, he was different, he didn't drink or swear , he was a gentleman and treated me like a lady, even when we moved in to his house. He was always the same.
He was nothing but respectful of me and my daughter, making us feel really welcome........
Cut a longish story short, I fell in love with him, my daughter adored him and his family loved us. (he also was well off financially and talked about our future together and not expecting me to work if I didn't want to, he asked how I wanted to renovate HIS house, and every friday we would go out to eat as a family and shopping, he would do things like give me $100 and say "just go get something for you!"
He supported my going to church, he went to a private Anglican school ,but wasn't ready to go back to church himself.
By this time the new Pastor had me well and trully "hooked", and "convicted" of my SIN of living with him (even though he was a true gentleman.)
I really did love this man, he could've offered, and wanted to, offer us everything we never had, love unconditional, financial security, family blessings; it all seemed too good to be true.
He would take time off work to come to my daughter's sporting events, if he had a late start he would walk with me to take her to school, and pick her up. He spent loads of time on her, helping with school work, spoilt her rotten at Christmas,(me too),
His parents were also wealthy and i thought they would disaprove of their only son marrying a single mum, but we all just hit it off!!
I had started attending "courses" as the Vicar advised, I had, inadvertantly, set him up as my "Father", And I guess that was his goal. ( i made him god to my detriment!)
After about year, we wanted to marry so I took him to meet The Vicar who took an immediate dislike to Andrew and stated I would be making a mistake!!
Together with his "troops", one who I thought was my best friend, they talked me into leaving him and moving in with a parish family, where we would be "safe".
I left, and went back to him after a day, only to have the church come and get me!!
I broke his heart, he cried and asked me to come back, he never hounded me, he said to consider what I wanted..........I never did!!
I considered what the church thought I should want, seeing as I had such a flawed past.
So over the past 7 years the Vicar has "presented" a few "suitable", husbands, none of which i even liked.
Eventually i hit their "jackpot", and married this present ,estranged, man, who left me after 10 months.
BUT it's my fault!! of course because i wouldn't submit!!
Now having left the church and started my counselling I can't help thinking what a mistake I made!
And I just had to tell someone, so it's out there in cyberspace now and i feel a little lighter.
My prayer is, that God WILL give me another chance to meet someone one day as equally as nice as the one I let get away........sigh.........(just another part of my grieving I guess)....... :confused: :(
Thanks for listening,
Kerrin