Showing posts with label divorce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label divorce. Show all posts



Independence is not synonymous with strength. Now say it one more time before reading on. (Pause) Roget's Thesaurus makes that pretty clear. Independence has to do with being completely self reliant. Strength, while a close second cousin, leaves room in it's definition to accept help from others, as with a support system. Autonomy is not compromised by the assistance and comfort that comes through accepting needed support. Can you easily point to those people in your life who serve that role? Well, just like the extra packs of tampons you keep everywhere on-hand for the possible what-ifs, you'd better be able to go directly to them when the "Ah-oh" comes out of nowhere.

"I hate you... you *** ** a *****, stupid ***, low-life, good for nothing ****** ******", came busting out of my chest, somewhere along the beginning timeline of my divorce. I only collapsed to my knees, heart ablaze, with the slam of the front door and the trail off of my final insult for the night, "I knew you weren't ****". It's exactly the kind of passion that Hollywood directors want to see in their portrayal of the hard-nosed sailor chic, who could hold her own with the rest of the male crew. For my children, it meant confusion for a mommy who had done her best to hold back the ugly truths of what she may have been feeling, but never showed. I immediately recognized the need for help in my unraveling.

Peering at the emotional cadavers who were my friends (obviously needing as much rescuing as me), I searched quickly to identify alternative life-lines around me. I don't need to tell you that a good therapist was one of my first picks. The fear of not acting in haste only meant, the threat of a permanent departure from calm, in my mind.
A side note about divorce is that it could have you feeling like an undiagnosed paranoid person, wondering who's infiltrating for the other side. Haaaa! It turns out that hindsight is pretty hilarious. So I carefully identified: the patient listener, the person who wasn't afraid of pointing out my temporary bouts of psychosis, the advisor, and the all purpose helper. These people would be the out-stretched hands that would pull me ever closer to what would otherwise be a disappearing reality.

My advise, trust wisely, but do allow yourself to open up to receive help. You'd be surprised at who has the sincerest of intentions to aid you during this trying time, which can take years. You've already been warned about the lingering side-effects that follow. Acknowledge the sacrifice made by members of your support team, showing patience, or risk losing them to the casualty of divorce.

Yeah, Roget's II was right, independence is completely alien to strength and autonomy, as "independence" is only a milky-fine way of saying, FREE TO SELF-DESTRUCT IN ISOLATION.


Huh... (pause)... (gulp)... (resolve).

So, I decided to tackle this dragon of a topic. I was hoping not to come anywhere near it for some time on this blog. Anyway, I'm shrugging my shoulders and going for it. I hope what will come out of this post are some good reflective exchanges. I want to thank those of you who are willing to get in here and share your views, no matter how controversial. In the end, I'm betting that someone who ventures to this site will feel stronger in their personal feelings or decisions. Now, without further ado, "Let the rain, hail and wind gusts come.".

Usually I write from an objective point of view. For this topic, which is near to my heart, I'll be writing from my own personal viewpoint. Let me further say that my blog has no religious affiliation, as my goal is simply to help women, no matter what barriers may seem to exclude. For the purpose of sharing my story, I will say that I have been a christian for all of my life. Divorce was never something I regarded as keeping with my faith principles. Marrying young, and determined to be joined forever, I was very much the submissive wife and mother. I worked on my marriage and submerged myself in church and prayer to deal with the sadness that I felt in my marriage. I even planned a pregnancy, along with my husband, thinking that it might help strengthen my resolve. All of this lasted for about 8 1/2-9 years. I believed for change, mainly respect, more that anything else that I thought was attainable.

During my years in church, I heard the message of the sanctity of marriage and evil in divorce. Well bitterness eventually stepped in and became closer than a first cousin. I couldn't understand why God would not hear my soul-wrenching shouts. After all, what was wrong with me? Cynicism quickly spread. During that time, I pulled away from church, making the occasional visits to different ministries. I was afraid of being too far away from God, because in the end, I knew that I had to work through these feelings or risk my relationship with my God. The happy facade began to crumble around me. I was no longer able to fake my moods, nor hold back any words.

With much reflection, speaking with a counselor, reading, prayer (loosely structured), I came to the decision that I had to make for myself. I had so much to lose with a divorce, but in the end, the most important thing to salvage was self love. I've come to realize that God equips us with free will. He was never the source of blame for the failure of my marriage. There were certain truths that were there for me before I entered into matrimony. Through faith, I began to expect that all my attempts of expressing my feelings to my ex-husband and playing my role as a wife, would somehow lead to forgiveness in God's eyes. In the end, the all important question that remained was whether my toxic marriage was worth me self destructing and bringing down the relationships around me.

Don't you hate the "insta-bound" that's created between the recently divorced? By slipping up in casual conversation with a stranger, you happen to mention your divorce, you know, just to offer perspective, and then it happens... the connect. Now you have someone whose name you long forgot, sharing their most intimate details of personal destruction, inviting you to compare battle scars. This rarely ends well. In fact, you might as well pick a comfortable position standing or sitting because, this poor soul just unknowingly added some coins to your parking meter.

Don't get me wrong, exchange between "the divorced" can go off well, but it's all about the filter and the exit strategy. Those who have been divorced for 5+ years have successfully managed their emotions enough to dip in and right out of the subject of the horrors of divorce. It's different for those whose experience is much fresher. Because people are at different points in their healing process, you need to guard yourself. Make no mistake, the wrong conversations over and over again can keep you trapped in the haze of emotion, that divorced people find themselves in, but need to escape.

Resources
http://womentodaymagazine.com/relationships/life_divorce.html

http://www.selfgrowth.com/articles/Augustine13.html