Curses and Blessings.
Exactly three years ago (at 6:00pm), I was walking down Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis. It was a nice sunny day, just like today. I received a voicemail. It was from my now ex-wife. I remember her words, “Steve, I’m calling to tell you that I moved out. But, I still love you. <blah, blah, blah, blah>
She did this by deceiving a youth pastor from our church, the very one we got married in, by telling her that I knew about the move.
I remember having very mixed feelings — Relief and Doom. When I got home that night, I found the house to be totally gutted (almost). I distinctly remember racing up the stairs crying, “WHAT DID I DO??? WHAT DID I DO??”
I wrote about this last year on Mother’s Day. Here’s the link to the full story.