Guest post by Christopher Huntingford
For all of you who had an idyllic life…
Those of you that had dreams and aspirations…
For those of you who planned a white picket fence, two kids, a dog, and a loving spouse…
It didn’t work out though. At some point, someone fouled it up. Could have been you/could have been the other one. To those of you who still keep your score sheet handy, it doesn’t matter. There are no winners, even when you nail his cheating “ass” to the wall. Is it worth the extra money you get per month in alimony? It really isn’t it? Pity the fellow who just wasn’t good enough. He tried his best but couldn’t get enough diamonds from the mines to bring it back to his love. His heart palpitations have stopped and he can breathe easier but that doesn’t mean he escaped.
Because no matter what anyone says, divorce is like tear in your soul and not your heart. Your heart is bruised by puppies and teenage dreams of the perfect prom night. Your soul is torn in two as you are forced to relive every punching moment in court, stripped bare as all is laid out into the open. Are you strong enough? That question is raised daily. You doubt you have the strength to do it regardless of how much it needs to happen. It’s akin to self-mutilation with what we put ourselves through.
Did you cry or drown your sorrow in a bottle? Did you run and hide or did you behave like a cornered animal? One thing is for sure, you hung on. You knew it had to happen, or you knew it was inevitable. Fate had spoken and that little white picket had vanished; a casualty of communal law. Somewhere out there, someone pulled themselves into the spotlight of your life and condemned you for what you were engaged in. Was it a Sunday sermon or an ostracizing from your friends? You had the Scarlet Letter “D” emblazoned on your Sunday best.
Beware the leper. Beware the sin that they carry. (Hide your children!)
Funny thing is….
You made it, but you didn’t escape unblemished. The scar that the tear made will always remain, and some days it will become reopened and bleed profusely.
You came back though. Like a Phoenix in the ashes you died and came back to the land of the living. You emerged stronger and wiser. You are the leader that can help others.
You’ll never get the idyllic life you dreamed about.
You’re going to have something better.
1 I love the Lord, for he heard my voice;
he heard my cry for mercy.
2 Because he turned his ear to me,
I will call on him as long as I live.
3 The cords of death entangled me,
the anguish of the grave came over me;
I was overcome by distress and sorrow.
4 Then I called on the name of the Lord:
“Lord, save me! ”
5 The Lord is gracious and righteous;
our God is full of compassion.
6 The Lord protects the unwary;
when I was brought low, he saved me.
7 Return to your rest, my soul,
for the Lord has been good to you.