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Oh boy. I’m new at this so bare with me.
I met my husband 8 years ago. Call me a hopeless romantic, but we both knew we were in love with one another right when we met. He is also a Christian so we bonded over the verse Jer. 29:11. He was incredibly respectful of all my Christian values and family. He even went to church with me, did Studies with me, and prayed with me. My family though has never liked him. My husband comes from a very very painful childhood. His father was a deadbeat alcoholic. His mom became involved with a very abusive man. And his sister is incredibly selfish in her behaviors that his mom devoted her attention to his sister. He had also been physically, verbally and sexually assaulted. My husband essentially raised himself. I however am a pastors daughter. I grew up in a church for as long as I’ve known how to walk or talk. I’m different from my family in the sense that I’m a little more progressive. Rebellious as they would say but I embrace what makes me different. I knew God placed me in my husbands life to show him the love that God has shown me for my differences. My family however never understood why I fought so hard to help him through his storms. So much so that when my husband asked my dad for my hand in marriage, he said no because he was too broken for me. Aren’t we, sinners, all broken? I never understood why my family wanted nothing to do. We eloped after my family informed me they wouldn’t support any relationship I would have with him because he was, again, too broken. This broke my heart but everything about that day feels exactly how God intended it to be.
Cut to present day, we have really struggled this year. We welcomed our son last year together. My husband however also lost his dream job after having it for 9 months. After this, he himself started developing a drinking issue steaming from depression. He felt like a failure and was humiliated. As a man, he took pride in his job. To have it end was devastating. He began to struggle with how he could bounce back from this. I offered to get a job but when my family got wind of this, they told me it was a mans job and that’s just how God untended it. I don’t know where in the Bible it says that but okay? After being lectured by my family, he began to drink more and more. His anger from both losing his job and feeling as though my Christian family hated him was becoming too much. He then started to say hateful things at me. I feel I’m very intuned with my faith and my intelligence to know that this was not him. This was his insecurities he was turning onto me. The other night, it did get so bad from the drunken behavior that I called the police for mediation. My family caught wind and showed up. For everyone, we decided my son and I would take a breather and spend the night with my family. Immediately, a divorce attorney was shoved on me and it felt like (to them) I had no choice. I had to leave him. It was very cut and dry with them.
I don’t believe this though. I take my vows and marriage very seriously. My husband is sick. My husband is depressed. My husband is suffering from a dark cloud satan has placed over him. The next day, I made the choice to go home and wanted to get my husband some help. He agreed and asked for forgiveness for his behavior. With the help of myself, a counselor and his mother, he is actively seeking help for his depression and drinking. We’re taking everything one day at a time. This lead to my mom to calling me the “poor battered woman” and I’m nothing but another “victim”. They want nothing to do with him, and now it feels like me as well.
I guess where I’m trying to get at is I know my husband. I know what an incredible dad he is. I know he loves me and reminds me daily that he loves me and is thankful for my love. I know in my heart that I cannot give up on him in his time of need. Of course there are boundaries and walls up to guard my heart, but I’m also being tested in “for better or worse”. I just don’t know how to handle this with my family. For being Christians, I would hope they would help encourage me to be kind, forgiving and helpful. Not shame, disappointment and a feel of constant judging for not throwing in the towel. I don’t know how to move past this with them in my own relationship. I just feel lost and confused. Where is this faith I was raised in that taught me to forgive others as God has forgiven me? I sin every day. But I’m forgiven. Why is this fear of forgiveness even on my radar? Is there something wrong with me? Am I getting it wrong here? I don’t know what to believe anymore. Is my own faith a lie? Is my hope for kindness and grace a lie? I just feel lost in this ocean
I met my husband 8 years ago. Call me a hopeless romantic, but we both knew we were in love with one another right when we met. He is also a Christian so we bonded over the verse Jer. 29:11. He was incredibly respectful of all my Christian values and family. He even went to church with me, did Studies with me, and prayed with me. My family though has never liked him. My husband comes from a very very painful childhood. His father was a deadbeat alcoholic. His mom became involved with a very abusive man. And his sister is incredibly selfish in her behaviors that his mom devoted her attention to his sister. He had also been physically, verbally and sexually assaulted. My husband essentially raised himself. I however am a pastors daughter. I grew up in a church for as long as I’ve known how to walk or talk. I’m different from my family in the sense that I’m a little more progressive. Rebellious as they would say but I embrace what makes me different. I knew God placed me in my husbands life to show him the love that God has shown me for my differences. My family however never understood why I fought so hard to help him through his storms. So much so that when my husband asked my dad for my hand in marriage, he said no because he was too broken for me. Aren’t we, sinners, all broken? I never understood why my family wanted nothing to do. We eloped after my family informed me they wouldn’t support any relationship I would have with him because he was, again, too broken. This broke my heart but everything about that day feels exactly how God intended it to be.
Cut to present day, we have really struggled this year. We welcomed our son last year together. My husband however also lost his dream job after having it for 9 months. After this, he himself started developing a drinking issue steaming from depression. He felt like a failure and was humiliated. As a man, he took pride in his job. To have it end was devastating. He began to struggle with how he could bounce back from this. I offered to get a job but when my family got wind of this, they told me it was a mans job and that’s just how God untended it. I don’t know where in the Bible it says that but okay? After being lectured by my family, he began to drink more and more. His anger from both losing his job and feeling as though my Christian family hated him was becoming too much. He then started to say hateful things at me. I feel I’m very intuned with my faith and my intelligence to know that this was not him. This was his insecurities he was turning onto me. The other night, it did get so bad from the drunken behavior that I called the police for mediation. My family caught wind and showed up. For everyone, we decided my son and I would take a breather and spend the night with my family. Immediately, a divorce attorney was shoved on me and it felt like (to them) I had no choice. I had to leave him. It was very cut and dry with them.
I don’t believe this though. I take my vows and marriage very seriously. My husband is sick. My husband is depressed. My husband is suffering from a dark cloud satan has placed over him. The next day, I made the choice to go home and wanted to get my husband some help. He agreed and asked for forgiveness for his behavior. With the help of myself, a counselor and his mother, he is actively seeking help for his depression and drinking. We’re taking everything one day at a time. This lead to my mom to calling me the “poor battered woman” and I’m nothing but another “victim”. They want nothing to do with him, and now it feels like me as well.
I guess where I’m trying to get at is I know my husband. I know what an incredible dad he is. I know he loves me and reminds me daily that he loves me and is thankful for my love. I know in my heart that I cannot give up on him in his time of need. Of course there are boundaries and walls up to guard my heart, but I’m also being tested in “for better or worse”. I just don’t know how to handle this with my family. For being Christians, I would hope they would help encourage me to be kind, forgiving and helpful. Not shame, disappointment and a feel of constant judging for not throwing in the towel. I don’t know how to move past this with them in my own relationship. I just feel lost and confused. Where is this faith I was raised in that taught me to forgive others as God has forgiven me? I sin every day. But I’m forgiven. Why is this fear of forgiveness even on my radar? Is there something wrong with me? Am I getting it wrong here? I don’t know what to believe anymore. Is my own faith a lie? Is my hope for kindness and grace a lie? I just feel lost in this ocean
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