The fear of death follows from the
fear of life.
Mark Twain
I
remember the day I got married. My father said to me as we stood waiting to
walk up the aisle that I could still change my mind. He would be more than
happy to go in and tell everyone we called it off. I was shocked and worried in the same
instant. I wondered what he could know that I did not or what I was not seeing.
My divorce happened many years after his death. I remember thinking to myself
he would be sitting up in heaven shaking his head saying, “Ruthie Ann , I told
you this would not work.”
I
spent eighteen years with the same man. It was never the picture perfect
marriage but I do not guess I realized how hard it had been. When we separated the first time, I was not heartbroken
I was scared to death. Scared that I had
four children to raise, scared that I had no personal income, scared because I really
had no close family at that point, and scared because I believed I was too
weak. I never forget setting in the marriage
counselor’s office and his saying, “you know you are the strong one right?” I knew that man had lost his mind. I had so
much to learn about myself then.
It
would take two years of problems and issues to finalize a divorce and custody
agreement. It was not so much that we
fought about who would have custody but about the cost. MONEY was the root of all the bitterness. I
began to see my life as it was and not as I had through rose-colored glasses. I
was emotional but mostly it was because I had lost my faith; faith in myself to
carry on, faith in God, and faith in love. I felt guilty that I did not feel more. I felt
confused that I was relieved. Looking
back on it, I was not really that surprised by his infidelity. He admitted it once. My mistake was in believing that because I
wanted to work it out he did. In truth,
I was just afraid to move on past that point ALONE.
It
would take me a while to understand that I had grieved the death of my marriage
long before it actually happened. We had
been going through the motions. We had come to the point that even good
appearances were not on our plate anymore.
The death certificate was just delayed by the use of extraordinary life
ignoring measures. It is honest truth is
that our children were the only reason we had remained together for at least
the last ten years of our marriage. We
did not want each other. As I always say though, ONLY YOU CAN SAY WHEN ENOUGH
IS ENOUGH!
My
story is not uncommon. As a matter of
fact, I know several women that have gone through the same problem. I have a couple of friends that have gone
through the divorces and I was honored to return the helping hands they gave
me. I think you have to understand that it is like a death. We all have to go
through it and mourn in our own way. For
me, I mourned it while I was still living with him. For some it appears to come as shock. I know women who truly felt they had
beautiful marriages until they get separated or the divorce papers come. I
always ask myself is that true are they shocked or is that denial? In truth, the first time I found out about
the other woman. I was hurt because I believed that was the one place he would
never go because honesty was so big to him. I can empathize to a point but in truth, there
are signs and denial is powerful. But
that is a whole other conversation…So moving on.
When the dust settles and
the ink dries, one very solid truth remains. You have to go on. You are not really alone but it does require
some adjustments on your part. Inevitably,
there are childish adults that find it hard to be friends with both parties and
you will have to find a way to move past them with forgiveness. You will have to find new activities that can
include friends but that do not make you feel uncomfortable because you are not
a “couple” anymore. The biggest adjustment
however, is to mourn the death of what was and come to acceptance of what
is. Finding joy is your here and now is
a HUGE job. The journey begins with
acceptance.
We
all have a tendency to wallow occasionally.
That is fairly normal. The truth is a good pity party can make really
clear your focus. Eat, drink, cry, throw
the pillows, hit the bed, kick scream, drink too much, and/or eat all the
chocolate in the house BUT SET A TIME LIMIT.
Mine is 12 hours or less. Then take
a long, soothing, hot shower or bath and sleep.
When you get up, put one foot in front of the other and move on. In truth,
the other person already has. Why would let them rob you of your chance to be
happy?
You
cannot dwell on what they are doing and with whom they are doing it. It will make you absolutely nuts. So what if they go to your favorite
spot! THAT IS OUTSIDE THE REALM OF YOUR CONTROL!!!!!. Live your life your
way. You have been given a new start. Break the
bonds that hold you tied to a past that is not your future. No, it is not easy but it is necessary. Change is not easy because it is usually born
out of pain. If you have no kids, then
maybe it is time to consider a change of scenery entirely. You owe it to yourself to try.
My
friend Barb and I stayed in our hometown because we both had children. Our custody arrangements decreed a certain
moving radius as not to inhibit visitation.
Both of us have a magical countdown to the day they graduate. We are often planning storage units and until
we out grow the traveling bug. Then we
have the days we decide to buy islands and escape the world entirely. Today somewhere Greek would be nice. It definitely should include wine. We still struggle some days with divorce crap
mostly based on our children. I am not
saying everyday is a picnic. I am not
saying things never get us down or that we do not need each other’s shoulders
to cry on from time to time. Every day brings something new. We laugh, we cry, and occasionally we still
fuss about them. In truth though, neither of us has been happier.
So,
cheers! Here is to moving on and brand
new start!!!!!!!!!!!
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