If They Ask, I Will Tell

Things have been up and down here lately. Hubby and I haven't been in the best of moods. Most of it my fault because of my "issue." My issue being, can I say it and not be judged? Lack of libido. No sex drive. Cold. Frigid. Prude. And the adjectives could go on and on. Hubby gets so frustrated, and I completely understand, I do, but it's like I can't make myself feel frisky when I don't, ya know? I could analyze myself to death over this and try to figure out why I'm like this but I have a feeling even when I figure it out, I would still be this way. (Refer to quote in post below). I've gotta do something or hubby is going to go crazy, er, crazier. Anyway, I don't want to take up the whole post on this issue-although I'm sure I could-but I would like to know if any of my readers deal with this problem - please tell me I'm not alone! Is there anyone else out there that could take it or leave it where sex is concerned?

Something pretty cool happened today, and I would like to share it with you. My husband goes to Celebrate Recovery every Sunday night he can. This means he misses church with his family. I don't really like that, but I like it less when he is not in recovery, so I don't fuss. Anyway, since he is not with me at church, I get the questions. Where is Brad? Is Brad okay? Is Brad sick tonight? Are you by yourself? Where is that deadbeat husband of yours? (Okay, the last one has never been said, but I see it in their faces). I have been covering for him by usually saying he is in a meeting and leaving it at that. But I'm sick of it. So now I'm going to say it. I'm going to stand up straight and say "He is at Celebrate Recovery."

So I did this Sunday night. Well, I did it 50% of the time. About four people asked, and with two of them I stood up straight and said, "He is at Celebrate Recovery." The other two was a little intimidating, and I said, "He's at a meeting." Well, forgive me. This is a new skill I'm learning.

I told two people. And guess what? One of those people called our house today. She talked to Brad for about half-an-hour or longer. Come to find out she had a problem with prescription drugs a few years ago and because of her job is required to attend meetings, be drug tested, etc. Whoa! This is a girl we considered our friend, she is in our Sunday School class, and we did not know. Granted, we did not know her when she was struggling with her addiction, but apparently when we met her she had not been clean but for a few months. And we didn't know anything. She shared with hubby her struggles and how she had wanted to share with someone in the Sunday School class, but she did not think anyone would understand. She thought she would be shunned. Oh, how sad. But thank the Lord, she has shared her story now and I pray she feels a peace and comfort in the fact that she is not alone in her recovery. Even though her and hubby are recovering from very different things, the process is probably alot the same.

Maybe, just maybe, there are more people sitting in our church pews wanting to scream for help. Perhaps, just perhaps, they are sitting in the pews of your church.

I'm thankful I told her where hubby was that night, and because of her courage, I will tell 100% of the people that ask. Then I'll sit back and watch God work.