Archive | September, 2019

Adulterer #12 …Birthday Plans, Wedding Plans..

28 Sep

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…when the Birthday Plans are breathtaking.

I spent hours planning thr perfect birthday gift for the man of my dreams. He had promised me to marry me on his birthday and I was ready. It was time to live that life that I had always dreamt of. The perfect birthday present was… I do, but we did not.

I purchased a cooking class for the master chef himself.  I also got him a fabulous outfit….and to top it off I took him on a trip to jump out the plan. Yes, skydiving is the gift I had for him.

We arrived at the skydiving place and everyone thought we were the SHIT….they admired our glow. We were 1.

He had told me that he had plan to propose in the air, but he didn’t…it never happened.

We went to dinner afterwards,  but it was like he wasn’t there…he was present,  but absent.

The representative was gone…😥 and I didn’t get engaged.

Adulterer #11 Move in Day…

28 Sep

44…having him to move in was an adventure…it was not just an adventure, but AN ADVENTURE.

The packing, the excitement, the shopping,  the love…the time, the unpacking and the storage.

I packed my items in 3 days…left everything big to my kid’s father…and I helped him pack his whole house, cleaned it and sorted items and packed away. Then I helped him mom pack her stuff as well.

I had already  become his wife…spiritually.

In my apartment lived 3 adults and 4 kids…in 2 bedrooms, but love was the central idea.

Adulterer #10 I preached a word…I walked with a limp.

26 Sep

07I walk with a limp was preached by me at the tip of my plateau. I was studying God’s word, but I had issues…big issues. I was getting s divorce and spending countless of hours with the man of my dreams at the time. I was happy and sad, enlightened yet confused,  happy and still hurt.

How did I get here?

I got here over 10 years back, the simple Facebook message…the hello.  The gates opened and I walked into them.

What was i missing?

I loved love…and I wanted to be loved.

I loved romances intimacy,  passion…I wanted it.

It was the way he looked at me..grabbed me…it was the words, the promises,  that were empty and void.

That day, I supported his vision…and he supported mine…he was my camera videographer man.

Who knew that even the minister would fail…would faulty and fall short.

 

 

Adulterer #9 The Move…

25 Sep

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The move…such a defining time of my life.

It was going to be my first home. My first time on my own…my own, yes my own.

I pay the bills,  I call the shots, I do what I want when I want to.

I purchased a bunch of new items…it was my 2 bedroom apartment…my own address with my own keys.  This only came after spending nights with him…each night I stayed it felt odd but it was my reality.  He would hold me tight..cuddling was what it was…and it was what I needed.

My heart was at rest…

Now come April,  my body was at rest too. I had my own place.

Adulterer #8 From February to April 2018…

25 Sep

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It was a roller coaster ride…pain and confusion, joy and love…just one emotion after another. I was breaking apart my home to build a new one. My routine had not changed in 15 years.

Get up, get ready, work, come home, kids and then whatever…

I was now doing whatever felt good, whatever was nice, whatever I wanted.

I became his property and I was no longer married to my husband spiritually.  From February to April…we proceeded with the divorce process.

For the first time, after a failed time…I was going for what I thought was always meant for me.

…and to top it off his name was my ex husband’s name and my name was his ex wife’s name.

Adulterer #7 The picture…

25 Sep

 

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The picture,  this is the picture…this is what I hoped for and dreamt of for years. I had waited 8 years of not having premarital sex before I married my kid’s father. I was on sabbatical from dating and the world to find me to love me and to enjoy me. I didn’t want to be intimately involved with anyone until I married. I purchased the picture in my early twenties and this picture begin to talk to me and minister to me…it was my hope and my future,  it was my destiny.

The picture spoke to me…I knew that the man in the picture was my future husband.  Everything in the picture depicted what my heart desired…

He was covering her.

He was holding her.

The sun (SON) was shining on them.

The fence shielded us and protected us, it was our sacred place.

She wore white…pure…it was my wedding night in the picture.

She was speaking life into his ear…

I held this picture for years, single and married, yet it never manifested.

 

Adulter # 6 I want a divorce…

25 Sep

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…telling my husband that I wanted a divorce was hard for me. It was my second go around with the same man, the father of my kids and it was difficult for me.

I was hurting from a bleeding heart…but I knew it was time to live the true me. I was ready for what was to come…what was to be…and what I desired most which was love.

I desired love, I desired to be fulfilled and at that moment I knew it was him…

He was the one that was in the picture of my life for years, literally and figuratively.

 

Adulterer #5 The day I set myself free…

25 Sep

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The rain was loud, but not louder than my thoughts…it was Super Bowl Sunday 2018.

The call came in at 5 a.m.

Are you married?

Tears fell fast and I couldn’t stop them.

I wasn’t sure if it was the reality of where I was or if it was because I had to face it now or never.

I was married.

…yes, yes I am married.

The phone hung up and my heart broke. I got dressed and l left the house. I was back there, where I thought I belong. I was there..dirty. smelly, wet and broken.

He open the door and I came in…

I cried for over an hour.

My flesh was weak..but my spirit was set free.

My soul was now at peace.

I left my car running and I stood telling my soulmate that I loved him.

He was angry, but he loved me too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adulterer #4 …the day he wouldn’t let me leave.

25 Sep

10…the day he wouldn’t let me leave.

I was at his house, no sexual activity was going on…just laughter, love and long stares. He spoke to my soul when his mouth wouldn’t move. He ministered to my spirit when my flesh cried. He was my king, my lord…he knew me and the shift happened.  I had found my soul mate, well my soul mate found me…he came to rescue me, to capture me and set me free. I was fire burning that never consumed a thing, I was his spoon to his fork, his butter to his biscuit,  his beat to his broken heart. I was the softer side to him.

Our years of youth mirrored each other…God birthed us into mounds of pain and despair at birth. Our souls greeted each other at 13, but our spirits knew each other’s pain at birth…now in our 40’s, we connected on a level that shifted our lives to soon become 1. 1 was all it took, 1 moment,  1 encounter, 1 occasion,  and soon to be 1 flesh…

Yet, I was married…to the father of my 2 kids, but I was in love with a man that had 4 and he was in love with me too. I believe he never stop loving me. Everything in our lives were similar,  we said I do to the name of another but it wasn’t each other.

Mystical…

Adulterer #3 Where did he come from and how did he get here?

23 Sep

931Where did he come from and how did he get here? This was the question I had asked myself so many times which lead to the question of how did I even get here?  What had happen in a marriage that lasted over a decade to cause me to want more to desire more. I was a Christian woman with values, I knew the price I would pay for adultery…but I wanted more, much more.

I had spent moments, minutes, hours, days and weeks asking for the love that I desired and needed from my husband. We were in a place of complacency. We knew the details of each other’s lives..but we lacked the passion to be compassionate. We knew the desires of each other’s hearts…but we lacked the will to do. We were stuck.  We were parents of two children and we were stuck. Stuck in the routine and ritual of everyday living. We were stuck saying the same things, doing the same things and being in the same place.

But Him, he appeared on the scene nearly years prior. It was a simple Facebook message, just to say hello to me, nothing more, nothing less. Just a middle school reconnection of a good friend.

Years would pass and the hellos would be followed by, How are you? How is the family? What are you up to?  The banter was clean conversation, but the connection became spiritual.