Three years ago I thought I had my fairy tale. Turns out I was wrong. And, true to the saying, I have 20/20 vision looking back.
I’ll spare the gory details, but I was positive he was THE ONE. And for most of the time we were together, I’m fairly certain he thought I was the one, too (or he was just a really good liar). The circumstances in which we originally met and then reconnected were so coincidental, it had to have been fate. Looking back, I can see it was God.
I’ve often said I can look back and pinpoint God’s many attempts to get my attention. And this was one of them. He gave me what I wanted. And when I worshiped the wrong one, He took it away. But I didn’t learn from it, so it kept happening over and over again. Until recently.
One good thing from all that over and over again, I finally learned. A lot. I learned what I need and what I don’t need. I learned to look for an emotionally stable partner who doesn’t have what my therapist refers to as mommy issues (I think that’s a clinical term…), or any other issues I’m ill equipped to deal with. I learned I needed to take a break and focus on myself. And give God the attention He wants.
Now I think I’m a little old for fairy tales. And anyway, I think I’d rather let God handle it. I have faith He knows what He’s doing. Plus, I’ve heard princes are high maintenance anyway.