They always say that people are either a "blessing or a lesson". I guess this saying applies to husbands as well. There are two things I would tell any single woman in a rush to get married and its this:
1. Wait On God to send you your spouse. Don't try to find him he will find you. 2. God will not send you someone else's husband and he sure won't send you a man from Sugardaddyforme.com Meet my ex- husband or as I call him my "un"-husband. Jimi Lee Hill. The dark fellow in the middle with the suit on twice his size. A washed up blues singer with finger waves, shirts with pants with cuffs that match the print of the shirts, and a soultry voice that got him a record deal at the hisotric Stacks Records in Memphis T.N. at the age of 9. I'm finally able to share with my readers the sad truth about my first marriage. Yes, I admit I met him on Sugardaddyforme.com, and yes, I admit my intentions were to find financial security and reap the monetary benefits of sharing my time and company with someone, but what I wasn't expecting was to meet an eccentric pathological liar who would turn the fairy tale I pictured in my mind into a living nightmare. Jimi and I dated for a little over a year. We began a long distance relationship with him being in Georgia. He was sweet, funny, and totally different from any man I had ever dated. Not to mention, he was 20 years older than me. Despite the the opinions of my close friends and family I decided to wed Mr. Hill. So I packed up my entire life, let the job I loved, moved my daughter, and my dog to Georgia. What should have been a happy time in my life began to unfold into a tumultuous and downward spiral similiar to a Lifetime movie. Jimi became controlling and angry, we moved from location to location, and then I discovered my husband was still happily married to his wife of over 20 years in a facebook message from his granddaughter. When I thought life had ended and I was ashamed to go back home and pick up the pieces God prevailed. I realized that the vows I took before God where done because of my own selfish intentions and not because I loved Jimi, and that despite the signs and warnings from him and my closest friends and families I chose to be disobedient and marry Mr. Hill. The signs were there, but I continued to ignore them. I didn't love Jimi, but I continued to live a lie and tell people, "God told me to marry him." There I was with my little girl, dog, and almost nothing headed back home, jobless, broken, bitter, and ashamed. Here is the lesson: Just like the children of Israel, despite my disobedience God delivered me and brought me home, I got another job better than the job I left, I learned to forgive despite my bitterness and anger, and most important I learned when God has set you aside for a purpose and you go against His will; you are setting yourself up for disaster. It took some time, but I healed. The other Mrs. Hill and I became friends until Jimi discovered we remained in contact. She is still married to him...and six years later I married my husband, the husband God sent and now a new story begins.... xoxo, Krystale Jane'l
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