Good Times

Life went on for us and things seemed to be good. We were involved in our church  we had our second baby. He would drink wine but nothing hard and no more bars. Life wasn't perfect but it was good. Our third baby was on the way and he was offered a job in another state. We decided to move. Our home was peaceful, we were a happy family. We were involved in a church, Awana with the kids, run laps around at the local school track with our new dog & the kids. We had been married 7 years and it seemed the hard times had past. I loved this time in our life.

He would talk about when he was a boy and being molested by various people in his life. His parents would deny some of what he said( I think because it included family members) and some of what he said they believed. It did seem by some of his behaviors that he had been a victim. He had a victim mentality. He lived in the negative and all that went wrong was blamed on other people. Woe is me...he just couldn't rise above what had happened to him and move on. He wouldn't go to therapy, he would say God is his councilor.