How a Psychic Reading Saved My Marriage

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of California Psychics.

Do you ever have questions about your life that you just aren't sure where to go with them? What about questions you might not want the answers to, but you need the answers to? Have you ever felt like you have gotten to a point where you don't know what to do next or if what you are doing is the right thing? Or if you are headed in the right direction anymore? Maybe the people we are devoting our lives to, are they the right ones? For me, I'm in a constant state of questioning. I don't know if it's the age or the time I have put into certain situations that they might not feel as fulfilling as they once were.




I recently took some of my big questions to a psychic advisor from California Psychics and it changed everything. This is a long story, but I think you need all the details to understand what happened and how a chat with a psychic helped so much!

I take pride in knowing how honest I can be here on this blog. I have bared it all and shared the depth of my life with all of you. I have enjoyed every word of it. I don't think I can ever fully express my gratitude to all of you, my loyal readers, for how well you have accepted me into your lives and treated me like a friend or family. Please excuse the emotional outpour right now, I'm getting ready to do it again.

Things over the past year haven't been easy for any of us. We have all had our hardships and are doing the best we can to keep it all together, another reason I'm so happy for all of you.

I've shared our adventures with Aron's illnesses and amputations along the way. Sadly, we are going through another battle right now that I haven't shared about and I really need to. 

Well, last fall (August), Aron had a callus on his foot. That's a very normal thing, people get calluses all the time. His are usually in odd places on his feet because of the pressure from walking differently. He had to learn how to balance and walk all over again after he had all five toes on his right foot amputated a few years ago. We went in for a regular check-in appointment that we do every few months. I used to do it for him with my handy dandy foot peeler but, I cut his foot on accident before so, we just leave it to the professionals now. It was a really good thing we did.

What looked like a sore had come up under the callus. The doctor cleaned it and took off the bad tissue off leaving him with a gaping hole in his foot. It was an ulcer hiding under the callus. We've been through it before, it's scary and frustrating but completely normal with his unpredictable feet. Keep it clean, a round of antibiotics, and time, heals it. This time, that didn't work. The culture of the foot showed staph and strep, again. He did an infusion along with the oral antibiotics to help boost them. We started going in weekly to have the wound checked. It sounds like a lot but anyone with diabetes and foot ulcers knows the pain this can be. It kept growing instead of healing.


By December, he was back in the wheelchair he fought so hard to get out of a few years ago. The doctor told us that with the infection only getting worse, he developed cellulitis on his leg and he might lose his leg up to his knee. With his history of being diabetic along with the infections he gets, it was something we had discussed in the past but had always hoped we would never get to.

He did another infusion and another round of antibiotics. That was horrible news to get 2 days before Christmas. 

Slowly but surely the leg started to heal but the foot was still in bad shape. More antibiotics...

I know I don't even have to say it but the tensions were running high. He started to get irritated with all of it and being dependant on everyone else. It was horrible for him. It seemed like every day his patience was wearing thinner and thinner. That would leave me feeling upset and even mad at times. No, no one asked me to help, I'm a wife, I signed up for it when I accepted the ring. I don't feel like I've needed to be asked. I'm happy to help where I need to.

This has been going on for a while, I try to overlook the hard stuff and just roll with it. I know it's not normal circumstances making all of this happen. Since this all started getting worse I've been working in the bedroom. He is bed-bound and lonely. But it doesn't matter what I do, he wants the opposite. If I'm working in the bedroom he says, I never leave him alone. If I work in the office he says I've abandoned him. I know how outlandish this is and childish sounds. It's so far out of character for him. I mean really, we have a very open floor plan. Where he sits on our bed, he can see the entire house including my desk. There isn't a whole lot of mystery in what goes on out there. But it felt like all of it was gathering ammunition to generate an argument.

So, the days before his last surgery were the worst of all. We were supposed to have a picnic with the family, that he set up. He wanted to have a family get-together before the surgery because he knew he was going to be down for a few weeks after the surgery. I went along with it because it was what he wanted but I knew he was going to cancel plans ahead of time because he always does.

This time he did it with a little bit more theatrical of a manor. Not only did he cancel the picnic, but he also said if I went he wouldn't be here when I got back. He changed that statement to he wants a divorce. I got to hear all of the feelings he said he was holding on to for so long. After 13 years of marriage, I did not accept that. I felt like there was something going on that I had missed along the way. This can't be what is happening to our marriage. We are usually happy, we work through our troubles, we aren't even having troubles. What is going on?


So, what do I do? Other than pushing his wheelchair off a cliff. Go to the other room to make the calls to cancel the picnic? All that was, was calling my mom to see how she was doing. My secret was, I didn't actually invite anyone because I knew he was going to cancel. I didn't want anyone spending their money on food and other supplies for something he wasn't going to participate in, again. No disappointed people this time, except our household. I would much rather make quick last-minute invites than cancel everything last minute.

I let him sit and stew about how bad he hated everything and everyone all day. I checked in to see if he needed ice or snacks, I did everything a maid would do since that's all I am to him anymore. Here I am with the man that I love dearly, that I am physically and emotionally caring for, every day, and hearing that he wants a divorce the day before the surgery. I was feeling so many feelings I couldn't decide which feelings were genuine feelings or just the first response reaction to the heartache.

So after that tell-all, and thank you again for listening, what do I do? Who do I talk to? Those aren't the kinds of things I want to talk to my family about, it's embarrassing and so immature. I was questioning the direction of my relationship, the direction of my future, and the ability to be a good wife that I sincerely thought I was being.

I didn't want to call my sisters or friends. I wanted direction and insight. I needed compassion from a stranger that I didn't have to tell the whole story. I didn't want something familiar, I needed something better. So, I did what my sister is always telling me to do and call a psychic for a reading. I went on the California Psychics website and browsed through the sea of faces looking for some type of connection. I was iffy at first because I didn't want to be even more disappointed in myself and in my life than I already am feeling. I didn't want to hear something that was generic or a greeting card level of empathy. I was feeling lost and empty and needed guidance, for real.  





I thought I found the perfect match and started my call with Psychic Advisor Enid.  I loved her intro. I am just here to say, by the end of the conversation, I was crying my eyes out. I couldn't believe the connection we had instantly. It was like she had been living in my relationship and knew exactly what I was hoping to find out. I was surprised to hear some of the things she said and loved every minute of it. 

Recapping the psychic reading with Enid.

I want to share every tiny detail with you. I can't get over just how personal and specific she was able to get during the call. There was no attempt at digging for information or anything like that. It was all so genuine. 

I clicked the call button and right away my phone rang letting me know the balance on my account and who I was being connected with. She introduced herself and asked how I was doing. I let her know right up front that I was very inexperienced with these kinds of calls and I wasn't sure how to get it started. So, me, and my awkward self just blurted it out.

Is my relationship ending?

She said who are we talking about, do you have a first name? I said, Aron.

She said give me about 15 seconds to shuffle my cards (she used numerology with a standard set of playing cards- I love that!)

She drew three cards, said thank you, and explained what she got:

7 of Clubs- Friendly.
8 of Clubs- Makes plans but always breaks them, makes promises he doesn't keep, basically all talk. (I knew here she was the real deal)
9 of Spades- A long period of rest or recovery. (That fit perfectly, he's been down about 8 months over this illness this time around but has been being affected by it for over eight years now.) 

As for those cards, I was already glued to everything she said. She made so much sense in the first few minutes, I needed to hear more. This is nothing like what I've seen in movies, this felt as genuine as a conversation with someone that knew him. And knew me.

She said he's reluctant to be in a relationship right now. He's not feeling himself.

4 Hearts- that shows a lot of love and I'm his soft place to fall. 

She continued with the reading. 

He's not sharing how scared he is right now for whatever it is he's going through. 
He will most likely deny it if he's confronted. 
He feels like he's losing control and being a burden on me. 
He feels like he is leaving pieces of himself behind.

That statement was so amazing to me because it's not even a metaphor. He is literally losing pieces of himself. This is the sixth toe that's coming off tomorrow. It will be off by the time this post is published.  

She continued...

He's losing control of himself and feels like he's being a burden on me with all of it. 
He's resentful of the illness and what it has done to him and that all of this responsibility has landed on me. 
He didn't ask for all of this. He feels like an albatross around my neck. 
He feels so much anger at himself and at the disease that it feels like he's angry with me but he's not. 

WOW!!!

He is only seeing me for what his disease has done to him. He never meant for me to be the one having to do all of this. 
He loves me so much he would be lost without me. He's appreciative of all of the things that I do for him. He's devoted to me and loves me very much. 
In reality, we are in a great relationship. There is so much love. But, in our heads, we are in a bad space. 

By the end of the reading, I was in full tears. I explained how every piece of that was so in touch with what we are going through. That we were looking at another surgery tomorrow and it was a lot to deal with. I let her know how I was feeling that he was shutting me out. It's amazing that she was able to pick up on so much. 



When I got off of the phone with her I went into the bedroom and told him what all she had said. 

He had tears streaming down his face and put his head in his hands sobbing that those were all of the things that he wanted to tell me but didn't know how to say it or where to begin. That when we got married and we said our vows of sickness and in health, he thought maybe when we got to be old, but he never thought it would be in our 30's and 40's. He never expected me to have to take care of him like this. It broke my heart to see him crying like that.

He told me that he didn't want a divorce but it's not fair to watch me be so worried all of the time and changing bandages and hooking up infusions three times a day. He said it made him so sad to live the way he's living, depending on me for everything, and that I can't live a good life because I'm always caring for him. 

I comforted him and reassured him that I am doing exactly what I want to be doing. That I love my life with him. He is not in any way a burden. That all of the adventures we are having we are doing them together. And, to be honest, now that he's in a wheelchair, we do more than we did before. He can't say no as much if I'm pushing his chair where we are going. 

I can say, with 100% honesty, I believe that Enid saved my marriage. If we went on our own feelings and didn't use the words she said to bring light to this almost horrible situation, we would be only discussing who gets what and where to go next. 

I am so happy that I made the decision to call and bring light to all of the darkness that has been surrounding us for quite some time. It's been over a month now and we have been having more honest conversations and making decisions together again like we used to do. 

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