Wow.
I was going respond to your OP
with my usual pessimistic way by saying “Bwahahaha indeed. More likely you’ll end up scratching your head and wondering how a 42yr old can by so amazingly immature and dysfunctional”, but continued reading the thread instead and quickly realized it was a zombie. Skipped to the end and saw your update - decided my input wasn’t needed.
posted anyway
(hope - and assume - you’ve found a better place to live in the interim …?)
Yes- spent a year in an apartment in the same city, just my son and I, and then moved across the country to be with more of my family, but still it’s just my son and I in the house, and most likely going to stay that way, after that experience.
I don’t normally defend Christians, but that was kind of a cheap shot. I thinks she saw lots of evidence of a really messed-up hypocrite, not a great example of a Christian.
Perhaps, but I had the same immediate reaction. My experience with people that make sure to tell you they are Christian is often not positive.
Mine too. I’ve known some good people who are Christian, and they rarely will just come out and say that they’re Christian. They seem to prefer to lead a Christlike life, in hopes of inspiring others to do the same. I admire this sort of Christian. They don’t make me want to convert, but they do help to remind me that not all Christians picket the funerals of dead soldiers.
:smack: The difference a couple years make. Obviously, it’s because houses are designed for families, where one bedroom will likely house two people: the mother and father.
Thank goodness she was a Christian. Imagine how much worse she might have behaved if not for the fear of God.
Anybody care to explain how, “How often do you drink alcohol?”, is not at the very top of any check list for cohabiting with someone? Especially if you have a child?
Maybe it’s just me?
What do you think the odds are that anyone will ever honestly check the “50-90 drinks/week” box?
I know you’re right, of course.
Not see, but hear? I bet she was bringing those men back to pray, as evidenced by all of the “Oh God! Oh GodOhGodOhGod!'s” she kept repeating with them. :rolleyes:
Once again, my trusty box fan came in very handy and shielded me from bad noises while I was sleeping.
This. This arrangement will only work if you are honest from the get go.