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Pengie -> RE: Pengie's Puddle (9/19/2008 1:17:51 AM)
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Slowly over time, my husband began to change. He started to go to church with me. I continued to pray "Lord, please take out his heart of stone and put in Your heart of flesh and give him Your Spirit". I prayed that over and over, Then one Sunday in July, we were sitting in the common area in the church , waiting for our daughter to finish her class. My husband began to get angry and I began to be afraid. I thought that he might decide to leave us stranded there like he has done so in the past at the mall and other places. So, seeing the car keys laying on the table, I grabbed them and jumped up and started running toward the hall. I ran down the deserted corridor with my husband right on my heels. I turned the corner and ran right into the middle of a group of policemen! Why they were there only God knows, but I just could barely breathe out the words "HELP ME!" Immediantly one group surronded me for protection, while a 2nd group took on my husband and subdued him, It was my turning point. The answer I had prayed for. The officer's convinced me to let my husband have the keys. (They couldn't hold him yet) They told me they would see me and my daughter safely home, but we would go by way of downtown where I would get an Emegency Protection Order, so that my husband had to leave the house. So. that's what we did. From there, I found a great Attorney that attended the church. He filed for a Domestic Violence Order. It stated that my husband had to stay away for at least 3 years, see a pscyh Dr, attend counselling and not terminate my health ins. My husband complied with it all. He was a broken man. The Dr diagnosed him as bipolar with anger issues and sent him thru counselling and also to a church program. The psych Dr is a Christian. too After a few months I was brought into the counseling sessions as well. My husband seemed to be making wonderful progress! Eventually, it was suggested by the by the psych dr that we try living in the same house again, but on different floors. Him downstairs, me and my daughter upstairs. So, my husband moved back home. Then I began to develop trouble. Nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks and anxiety attacks. Just plain downright fear! So, my husband and the counsellor both suggested I see the psych DR, too. I did, and was diagnosed with severe Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder. It was diblatating. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't feel the Joy of the Lord. I looked ar my child and couldn't feel love . . .I knew in my head that I loved her, but my heart just didn't work! I was empty.
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