Divorce is NOT an Option
*If I’m not mistaken, it was April 1992 when my parents finalized their divorce. Being an only child, this was difficult to deal with… alone. I remember the time that led up to this immortalized memory. The time when it seemed things were looking worse for my parents. They were arguing more than usual and I remember days when my mom wouldn’t get out of the bed. I didn’t know what was happening nor what any end result could be. I just tried to act as normal as possible.
*I remember the day I was told that my parents would be getting a DIVORCE. Hearing this word was like a sudden punch in the gut. I didn’t know what the word meant, but I didn’t like the sound of it. It was a word that sounded mean, evil, and disastrous. I knew that nothing good could come from it, and for some reason I knew that my life would be forever changing. This was a decision that, at the time, my parents believed was best for them.
When my huz-band and I were dating, we knew we had found “the one” and because of my experience with divorce, we decided that divorce would be “against our religious beliefs”. I don’t believe anyone wants to go through the agony and pain of divorce. We would do everything within our power to prevent that word from being a choice. Divorce would not be an option. We promised each other to discuss everything, no matter how challenging it may be, and to continue to always work on our communication. I’m sure the Huz-band has had times of thinking “What the hell have I gotten myself into”? If I’ve thought and murmured these words, I know he has… but we have never once lost faith in Us. We both have had our moments of being the more challenging one. Of course we will because challenges will come, but we have never allowed our pride, emotions, or frustrations to cause us to walk away.
I thank God that I was blessed with a spouse that continues to be patient with me even when I can be difficult and emotional and spoiled and unsure. He’s never tried to change me, but has only encouraged me to be my best self. We lift each other up. We hold each other accountable and have realized that we are partners, a team orchestrated by God…not by chance. We started off as friends, and unexpectedly our friendship grew into something magical. I was recently asked if I could imagine myself without him. I could, but I’d desperately be trying to get him back. There’s no one else for me.
Happy Anniversary to Me & the Huz-band!!
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*In no way was this meant to insult, embarrass, or degrade my parents. I love them dearly and understand that sometimes difficult choices have to be made in order to gain personal peace.
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