Perhaps I excuse myself too much but the overworking situation was something I got caught in, then couldn't escape. I won't go into details since my posts are long enough anyway, but it was like I was trapped in quicksand - something I couldn't get out of by myself, but only with help from outside it. A few people said the "no one lies on their deathbed wishing they'd spent more time in the office" thing to me, but that wasn't practical help. It was like someone picnicking beside the quicksand saying "When are you getting out so you can join us for sandwiches?"
Wandering away from my faith went hand in hand with this. It wasn't that I believed any less, but I had so much less time on the weekend, and was constantly fatigued (particularly mentally), that sleeping in on a Sunday seemed a better idea than going to church. I encouraged W to go but she didn't want to go without me, so it had a detrimental effect on her too.
My W went interstate to visit her mother in January 2018. While she was away, the Lord said to me it was the eleventh hour, but that He was going to change things. Immediately my work situation changed and I was able to go home at a normal time. No more weekend work, no more long hours, after years and years of it. A week later my W returned and told me she wanted a D.
Since then, and up until WFH/covid 19 lockdown, I made it home by just after 6pm every day (with only one exception in the last 2.5 years I think, which I cleared in advance with W).
For a long time I have been thinking about making a post here about my perspectives and challenges on D and DB as a Christian, but I've been cautious knowing that this is not particularly a religious website and also knowing that even Christians have different interpretations about these things.
