The Wiccan Christian

I met him at AA. He was my first husband (I’ve been married and divorced twice). That seems such a long time ago. Realistically, I had concerns about the difference in age. But he chased me down one night after the meeting, wondering if I’d like to go out for dinner sometime. I thought he was very well mannered. And polite and cute. Out of curiosity I said “yes”. I wanted to get to know him better outside of AA.

I know in AA they do not suggest dating the first year of sobriety. Why?? You may ask? Because “they” consider the first year to be fragile during recovery. And knowing what I know now, I should have listened.

I’m not saying he was a bad guy. He was very good to both me and my daughter. And that was like gold to me.

I guess I could say I married him for the stability. It didn’t matter that there was a ten (10) year age difference. He treated me well. As well as my daughter.

If there was any mistreatment, it was myself toward him. But that’s another story.

It was me that just left one day, and didn’t come back. My daughter was in college at the time. I suppose I was going through Empty Nest Syndrome. I ran into an old friend from back in the day. She invited to come over and see the new house her and her husband had built.

‘I have the time to’, I thought to myself, So, I followed her to her house. We talked awhile to catch up. Then she brought up the bar. I had been sober…I think four (4) years at that time. But I said sure.. Things went downhill rather quickly after that, I ended up getting a DWI with her. And my husband was the one who had to come and pick me up. That evening he told me I had a choice. It was either him or the alcohol.

Long story short, I picked the alcohol and moved out and right into another pile of trouble. I moved in with that friend and her husband.

I suspected she may had been gay and just married her husband to try to deny her authentic self.

Turns out I was right. I lived with her and her husband for three months. I slept with them. And the three of us messed around together. This whole time I was drinking pretty heavily. Which made me very vulnerable, gullible, and naive. so, I was just trying an experiment. To me it meant nothing more. But to her it meant everything.

Since then she divorced her husband and expected me to fire my man as well. I wouldn’t do that so I chose not to associate with her anymore.

The disassociation didn’t last long. My second husband at that time was very frustrated with the decisions I was making. But it was no longer his business.

I caught up with my friend and her husband right after church the next morning. They followed me to my house and loaded what they could. I was leaving. No explanation.

And I’ll end this right here.

At some point I would love to talk zodiacs.