Get Out of the Way! Claim God's Will for Your Marriage.
Chapter One, I'm Leaving
“Mom, the police brought me home.”
“Why?”
“Dad!”
“Dad, what?”
“Dad got caught stealing!”
It was all over in the seconds it took my son to utter those words. Not even an hour earlier I was making a $500,000.00 deal with my two new business partners, and he, Nabal, the man of my dreams, the father of my children, petty thief that he is, was trying to steal $453.00 from the 7-Eleven counter while my son was in the back of the store getting some chips. He had gotten away with the bag of money, but had a change of heart and got caught trying to return it.
Obviously, this was a familiar scenario, for him. For me and my son there was only disappointment, disbelief, hurt, and pain. I was completely sick and tired of being sick and tired. At this point we had been married 14 years and together for 18. He romanced his way into my heart.
We met in 1985 at a Restaurant/Bar/Dance Club, Bennigan’s in Eddington, IL. I used to go every Thursday, Friday and some Saturday nights. I’ll never forget how we met. I was sitting at a table with a man I didn’t know. The place was so packed that if you wanted a seat, you had better sit where you could. I looked towards the door and this tall, dark, well-trimmed facial haired man came through the door. What made me notice him more was the double take he did when he saw me. It was a perfect sway back and forth motion, adulation in the expression, then terror in his eyes. He walked in the opposite direction. As a matter of fact, he walked completely around the circular dance floor then came right up the stairs in my direction. Upon reaching the table he addressed the man I was sitting with, “Hey man, can I dance with this lady?” The guy, a complete stoner trying to keep his composure, hunched up in his shoulders and threw his hands up while denying any connection to me.
He then turned his attention to me and extended his hand. I was blown away by his manners. They were impeccable. He offered me a drink, I refused. He insisted on buying me a coke. As he went to the bar, I didn’t think much. When he returned, he handed me the drink and immediately went into his now infamous rap.
“You done hit the jackpot; I’m the best man in here.” He went on and on about how he was the best thing that ever happened to me. He told me he had just come from Atlanta. “Yeah, I was living down there with my cousin.”
All of a sudden, I got this urge to walk away, so I turned to walk off. As soon as my back was completely to him my God voice, as I like to call it said, “Abigail, you could be walking away from the man for you.” I immediately turned around and he was standing there with his mouth opened.
“You were just about to walk away from me.”
