There are turning points in every relationship.
My "turning point" generally includes a left turn, sending me through the guard rail, over a cliff and onto jagged rocks below.
"Soaring through air I exclaim, "Wee, this is fun. I'm flying".
I tend to take my eye off the road.
Mesmerized by the beauty of the landscape, I drive directly into it. It only hurts for a minute.
The King and I drove to pick up an Armoir he generously purchased for me. (Very unlike me.) It wasn't expensive enough to ingratiate me (a little over a hundred bucks at a consignment joint) but appreciated! There was a time I NEVER would have allowed a man to buy me ANYTHING. I don't need help.
Maybe I do, just a little.
We rented a van and proceeded to the warehouse.
It was located in a sketchy neighbourhood.
We witnessed a drug sale. The drug pusher was a woman wearing pajamas and slippers. (You NEVER would have suspected her.) The client looked like walking death. He watched us. He knew we'd witnessed the transaction. He was too drunk to care.
Skid row types limped past, taking swigs of Vodka. Folks meandered looking forlorn and homeless. A granny shuffled past with a grocery cart. A man slept on a plot of grass.
I felt nothing but compassion. I wasn't afraid in the least. I said, "See King? Without friends or family (and unemployment insurance) that could be me. Nobody cares about these people."
The King took me by the arm. He opened the passenger door and whispered, "Please get in. It's not safe here. I don't want anything to happen to you."
That was my turning point.
If I wrote a note to God (below).