Aaaarrghhh! (In a good way)

At the counselor, we all went over some of Mrs. Ray's issues with me. The reason for this meeting was to focus on my control and trust issues that Mrs. Ray has with me. Counselor worked with both of us - some choice words for Mrs. Ray, and many more choice words for me. I agreed to a meeting next week, but Mrs. Ray won't be able to make it. (And I'm the guest of honor, anyway.)

Mrs. Ray has not changed her mind, after all. Still moving toward the divorce. At the parking lot, we go our separate ways.

Not long after I get home, Mrs. Ray called. (Here's the "Aarrgh" part) Dear Reader, I need to cut to the chase, here, and skip words I should write. (It's late, and I've forgotten most of these words, anyway.) I get the distinct impression that Mrs. Ray really wants to get back together, but, and that's a big but, she has run out of patience with my trying to "fix" myself. I think there's life in this marriage, yet, but I must treat it with great care, or it will just snuff out.

For six months I've been trying to make the needed changes (not to worry, they're all to the good), but in this town, most counselors and such are so booked, we can only meet every three weeks or so. And many counselors don't even return calls when I'm working down the insurance list!

I've said I've given up hope myself, in my efforts to rebuild our marriage. But I have never given up hope in God. More than daily I ask Him to help out. One friend said, now that I've given up, God can step in and do His work. Maybe so.