Literally days after returning from the weekend retreat my marriage began to unravel even more. More deception was brought to light…and six weeks later Eric relapsed.
While sad, my heart was tired too and I wanted out. I called a friend the next morning to tell her Eric had relapsed and this was the last straw for me. I wanted a divorce. As I was telling her what a martyr I had been in this marriage, she screamed at me, “don’t you realize that you are in a fight with Satan for your husband…?”
Her words went deep and made me angry.
Choking back tears and my heart truly in physical pain – I knew she was right and I had to fight.
Eric returned a few days later and entered a year long treatment program. I assured him I would wait for him.
For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6:12