Hey Zem, I'm sorry I've been away and didn't post that. I was getting ready for my "hearing" (trial) on my license. Attorney meetings, last minute deadlines. Blah Blah. Then a major upset with my daughter, that I'll fill you in on later. Thanks for checking in and asking how I'm doing.
On Briut's kick in the pants I got my light box and have been using it since Monday. Who knows. Probably too early, but I'll keep everybody posted.
Trial: Actually went better than I'd hoped for. They gave me a lot less than the minimum sentence. I keep my license, pay a bunch of money, take a class, have my caseload monitored and go to therapy. All doable. I can't tell you how good it feels to have that behind me.
I was very clear going into the hearing room that this was all up to Hashem, and that however it turned out it was for my and everybody else's good. He so completely watched over me, I can't tell you. Walking into that courtroom I was calm, relaxed, spoke with the District Attorney congenially, I knew I was in His hand. Can't explain it. Just knew. One of those brochos He hands out where I can palpably experience His telling me, "I got it handled. You think I can take the whole klal out of the pits, but that I'm gonna leave you hanging? I love you, and I got it handled". The judge's name was Cohen. Can you believe? He told us he'd be glad if we'd figure out a settlement. We did. Everybody was ok. It took everything I had to keep my mouth shut and not wish him a chag sameyach. Also, attorney said she'd take off some money from her bill. Whew. Hashem is the most tender, reassuring Hashem. Whaaaat did I just say??
My son and I are still strained, but it's clear we're both trying. It's gonna take some time I think. I figured out that for me I'm scared of feeling that awful rejection feeling that's driven me to lust 100 out of 100. He's trying and withheld. It's not the adolescent thing with parents. I understand his reticence, I think, can't blame him, and know I need to go at his pace and not push. Hard to do for a co-dependent like me.
Got past step 1 with the IRS. In fact, they were falling all over themselves telling me what to do if the audit doesn't go well. I documented everything right down to the dollar, so I'm hoping it'll go ok. If not, Hashem will guide me. I know that now, especially after the license trial.
Important good news. My daughter and I haven't spoken in about four years. Occasional emails and texts. Sunday she called me sobbing, telling me she can't keep dealing (with her bipolar disorder) and she's taking pills and just called to ask for my forgiveness. Yeah I know, some of that's manipulative, but you still don't mess around with a threat like that. So I called her mother and together, B'H, we got my daughter's roommate and the police out looking for her. Miraculously, checking on places by "hunches" alone, the police found her and got her to a hospital. She's ok. Thank God. But Monday night we talked and laughed and made plans for how to get her meds straightened out, and therapy, etc. etc. We spoke on skype, so we could see each other. It was so filled with love, and relief on both our parts. The distance is gone. She called me earlier tonight to tell me what her psychiatrist had to say. She took copious notes just so that she could share with me what's going on. This is the Hand of God. It was one miracle after another. I've stopped calling things Hashgacha pratis. Cuz it's ALL H" Prts. What can I ever say to Him, that He saved my daughter and our relationship.
She's totally not observant. She said she'd bench Chanukah licht. Does this make a dad cry?
Hashem, Abba, What can I say in a public place like this to express what's in my heart. Over and over and over you've been caring for me as I tread this new path of t'shuvah. I asked you to take over the whole shmutz problem. and you did. You showed me what I needed to do for a daily reprieve from my addiction. And when I couldn't do it very well, You came and brought the Yidden on GYE who "somehow" knew just what I needed to hear. I asked you to solve my problem with my son; with my parnasoh, my health, my dog (seems to be ok with Him to pray for one's dog); my deteriorating relationship with my daughter. I asked you to help me get over my ex-, to find some simcha, and let go of terrible shameful things I've done. Every detail you've handled. And I try to say thank You when I talk to You, and during davening, but it will never be enough, never, Dovid Hamelech said it so perfect. I just want you to know how much I love You, and that I know nothing, absolutely nothing could have ever happened over these last months without You making it so. Abba, Abba, thank You.
Sorry this is so long. Guess I had a lotta stuff bottled up there.