Wicked Day

Mrs. Ray had bought tickets for Wicked the Musical in LA. That's a two hour drive down & two back. Good play!

When we got back in town, Mrs. Ray asked me to just drop her off - she couldn't invite me in, as she's got school work yet. I was looking forward to a few minutes stretching my legs & a quiet moment or two with her. That was not to be. In frustration, I barely said goodbye, and spun the tires leaving the parking lot.

Mrs. Ray took that as 1) childish behavior on my part and 2) punishment for her because I did not get my way (whatever that might be). No, this isn't the first time such a simple, small event got blown up like this. But it fits the pattern.

She called later to explain this to me. Well, I did go over to her apartment, as I felt these things should be discussed face to face. The upshot is Mrs. Ray cannot take my behavior like this any more. Although Saturday she said she'd extend her deadline (or whatever you call it) to next Friday when I meet again with the counselor, she dropped that to say that our marriage was certainly over.

I know, I've heard that before. But each time I MUST take it as gospel truth. So, once again, I post my going-out-of-business note and thank all my readers. Cynical? Sarcastic? Yes. Truthful? yes, I need to believe her.

I gave up hope on my own a week or so ago. I only pray for God to take Action to heal an otherwise Heaven-sent marriage. There is nothing more I'm able to do.

Mrs. Ray reveals that she sees counseling has not worked. She never did like the Retrouvaille program I insisted on attending. I have not changed.

I don't know what to do. I pray a lot, as always. I need God to reach out and touch and heal both of us and our marriage. However if Mrs. Ray chooses NOT to love or participate in this marriage, all is lost.