The Bipolar Otaku

A friend of mine told me about what happened to him in the last month. He told me all this knowing that I am (or, at least, I try to be) a good Christian.

I had known that in his business travels, he had been taking up some stupid habits... the stupidest one being marital suicide (aka "cheating"). In fact, when I saw him a month ago, he was bragging about his hot new girlfriend. I really wanted to ask him how his wife and daughter felt about her, but I just shook my head and kept my mouth closed.

Instead, I guess God has some other means of penance in mind. Instead, his conscience ate away at him the old-fashioned way... guilt fed (surprisingly) by the end of Stephen King's Dark Tower series and physically manifested by severe back pain. In other words, his life had to come awfully close to a crashing halt. So he finally decided to come clean to his wife at about the same time he realized he need to detox away from all the pain medications that weren't working anymore.

So, luckily, his marriage and family appear to be on the rebound, his medical sheet is looking better, his career looks like it rolled on smoothly, and he looks like he's actually happy for once. He said he now realizes, in a way that he never understood before, the extent of God's mercy. Of course, he's still in store for a bit more pain - it sounds like his email, voicemail, and phone logs are now being tracked and his wife insists on coming along any time he goes out of town... the trust was broken, but now it might get repaired.

I look back and wonder if I should have said anything. Maybe I said all that I had to with the look on my face. Thank God that it worked out okay.