Gideon_70
New Member
Sometimes I think I am just about the most screwed up person on the planet.
Like many of us, I discovered plural marriage when I fell in love with someone other than my wife. It was a strange feeling that was not pleasant at all. I was i n love with someone, and I was also in love with someone, and could clearly see how the two could work together. So I did what most people who are not educated on plural marriage does, I allowed others to convince me that I was wrong, that I could not love two women and if I did I was a screwed up psychopath, and that I had to choose one over the other. I made a bad decision and I left my wife of nearly seven years.
It wasn't long before I started to realize just how badly I had screwed up. God got involved, and sort of smacked me in the head.
I eventually found myself back with my wife but with a thousand questions. I did something that I never, EVER thought I could do, and I learned a new level of understanding toward the men who find themselves in this kind of situation. It's horrible, dangerous, and deadly. I also try to never candy-coat the problems it causes or my sin in what I did. I feel forgiven, but I will never fully forgive myself.
My studying plural marriage was the last straw for her. Even though I was trying to get enough knowledge to protect myself, she saw it as threatening her marriage once again. You cannot make a wine bottle for one kind of wine, and stuff a different kind in without a LOT of preparation. When you make promises to another person to have a certain kind of marriage, and then change the rules mid-stream, it's bad and in my case, it was the end of the marriage. Was I wrong to study? No, I don't think so. It doesn't matter that my motivations were good, the end result is that she gave up.
I tried to move on, and get my life together. I made great strides in knowledge and learning about people. I studied and studied, and learned and learned. I also remarried but choose badly, out of loneliness. I had been single for about three years and my hormones were running my brain. It lasted all of a few months. She also married another and moved on. That was nearly ten years ago. I knew that I needed to find peace before I could offer peace. So I stopped dating and took my time. I also took plural marriage and put it down into words, then skimmed the surface and got out of plural marriage for the most part. I removed myself from most of the sites, people, and things I had been involved in. I moved on.
A few years ago I started to worry about our nation. I made plans. My plans were about waffles. They are still about waffles. Eggo waffles are made in Rossville Tennessee. Those waffles are shipped all over the nation. If something were to happen to fuel deliveries in the USA, then the waffles will not make it from the factory to my house. This worried me. I needed to know that I could survive if the waffles were not delivered. So I took a drive.
I actually made a huge circuit of the USA. Ocean to ocean, top to bottom. I found places I liked, and places that scared me. I loved some areas, and others were places I refused to stop even for fuel. I picked two areas that I liked. One is in Oklahoma, and the other is in Kentucky. My reasons were solid and sound, and I stick by them.
I also took leadership roles in my town. I learned to deal with people, manage larger groups, and organize people into effective work forces. After all, work was first and foremost feeding yourself, defending yourself, and keeping the cave clean. I learned how to manage and found that I was well liked, and did a good job of it. I kept it up until I was VP of Production, and if I had wanted it, I was in the position to be the president of the company. But it felt wrong to keep going. I had a lot of reasons, and they were good valid reasons. I decided to wait, and take my time and soon someone who was even more qualified stepped up and wanted the leadership position. I was good with that. Sometimes what you CAN do is not what you NEED to do.
No matter how hard I tried, I was not able to walk away from plural marriage. It followed me in books, magazines, and people. I limited myself to talking about cheating and why men should never do that. I spoke to a lot of women, and quite a few families. I hope that my words helped a few. I used biblical examples in unique ways to keep plural marriage out of it as much as I could, because it shuts people down. With it, I wasn't taken seriously, but by being very careful I hope I helped patch some skins instead of bursting them with new wine.
A few days ago my ex-wife passed away. It was sudden and she left two kids. One is ten and the other is my daughter. My daughter is solid and stable, but the young one... I have no legal rights to him, and the situation is a mess. But what is really messed up is how I feel about the whole thing. It's sad, but I still miss her. I remember all of the good times we had, and the bad times as well. She was a good kid. This was so sudden that it's still beating my brain. I find that I am feeling two things. One is that I feel free again, and the other is that I regret all of the bad things that happened with her. She knew that, and I'm fine with it, but life... life is short... and we should always cherish every moment. For years I've been saying that life is neither good nor bad, just more or less interesting.
Now I find that being alone isn't want I want anymore. I miss people. I miss believers.
Like many of us, I discovered plural marriage when I fell in love with someone other than my wife. It was a strange feeling that was not pleasant at all. I was i n love with someone, and I was also in love with someone, and could clearly see how the two could work together. So I did what most people who are not educated on plural marriage does, I allowed others to convince me that I was wrong, that I could not love two women and if I did I was a screwed up psychopath, and that I had to choose one over the other. I made a bad decision and I left my wife of nearly seven years.
It wasn't long before I started to realize just how badly I had screwed up. God got involved, and sort of smacked me in the head.
I eventually found myself back with my wife but with a thousand questions. I did something that I never, EVER thought I could do, and I learned a new level of understanding toward the men who find themselves in this kind of situation. It's horrible, dangerous, and deadly. I also try to never candy-coat the problems it causes or my sin in what I did. I feel forgiven, but I will never fully forgive myself.
My studying plural marriage was the last straw for her. Even though I was trying to get enough knowledge to protect myself, she saw it as threatening her marriage once again. You cannot make a wine bottle for one kind of wine, and stuff a different kind in without a LOT of preparation. When you make promises to another person to have a certain kind of marriage, and then change the rules mid-stream, it's bad and in my case, it was the end of the marriage. Was I wrong to study? No, I don't think so. It doesn't matter that my motivations were good, the end result is that she gave up.
I tried to move on, and get my life together. I made great strides in knowledge and learning about people. I studied and studied, and learned and learned. I also remarried but choose badly, out of loneliness. I had been single for about three years and my hormones were running my brain. It lasted all of a few months. She also married another and moved on. That was nearly ten years ago. I knew that I needed to find peace before I could offer peace. So I stopped dating and took my time. I also took plural marriage and put it down into words, then skimmed the surface and got out of plural marriage for the most part. I removed myself from most of the sites, people, and things I had been involved in. I moved on.
A few years ago I started to worry about our nation. I made plans. My plans were about waffles. They are still about waffles. Eggo waffles are made in Rossville Tennessee. Those waffles are shipped all over the nation. If something were to happen to fuel deliveries in the USA, then the waffles will not make it from the factory to my house. This worried me. I needed to know that I could survive if the waffles were not delivered. So I took a drive.
I actually made a huge circuit of the USA. Ocean to ocean, top to bottom. I found places I liked, and places that scared me. I loved some areas, and others were places I refused to stop even for fuel. I picked two areas that I liked. One is in Oklahoma, and the other is in Kentucky. My reasons were solid and sound, and I stick by them.
I also took leadership roles in my town. I learned to deal with people, manage larger groups, and organize people into effective work forces. After all, work was first and foremost feeding yourself, defending yourself, and keeping the cave clean. I learned how to manage and found that I was well liked, and did a good job of it. I kept it up until I was VP of Production, and if I had wanted it, I was in the position to be the president of the company. But it felt wrong to keep going. I had a lot of reasons, and they were good valid reasons. I decided to wait, and take my time and soon someone who was even more qualified stepped up and wanted the leadership position. I was good with that. Sometimes what you CAN do is not what you NEED to do.
No matter how hard I tried, I was not able to walk away from plural marriage. It followed me in books, magazines, and people. I limited myself to talking about cheating and why men should never do that. I spoke to a lot of women, and quite a few families. I hope that my words helped a few. I used biblical examples in unique ways to keep plural marriage out of it as much as I could, because it shuts people down. With it, I wasn't taken seriously, but by being very careful I hope I helped patch some skins instead of bursting them with new wine.
A few days ago my ex-wife passed away. It was sudden and she left two kids. One is ten and the other is my daughter. My daughter is solid and stable, but the young one... I have no legal rights to him, and the situation is a mess. But what is really messed up is how I feel about the whole thing. It's sad, but I still miss her. I remember all of the good times we had, and the bad times as well. She was a good kid. This was so sudden that it's still beating my brain. I find that I am feeling two things. One is that I feel free again, and the other is that I regret all of the bad things that happened with her. She knew that, and I'm fine with it, but life... life is short... and we should always cherish every moment. For years I've been saying that life is neither good nor bad, just more or less interesting.
Now I find that being alone isn't want I want anymore. I miss people. I miss believers.