My husband and I recently found ourselves on our first big marriage adventure. He was offered a position as part of the management staff at a brand new Cheesecake Factory location. Out of state. We were both thrilled that he was approached by a company he had never worked for, but had heard a lot about his work ethic, dedication, and drive to succeed thanks to his wonderful brother-in-law, a Cheesecake Factory veteran.
Not even 2 years ago, I was engaged to be married to someone I thought was right for me. There was my mistake. The decision was made by me and my (lack of) judgment. I have always found myself drawn to “broken” people – hurting, lost, damaged, in need of love or some sort of rescue that I selfishly thought I could provide. It made me feel needed and fulfilled a gave me a sense of dependence from the other person. Under those standards, I had found my Prince Charming. It wasn’t until 2 weeks before the wedding that God slapped me in the face, turned my attention back to Him, and told me I was about to go through with something that would ultimately make me unhappy and unfulfilled. I listened and called off the wedding. It was the best decision of my life.