divorce
Divorce isn't an end; it's a different beginning.
My Marriage Is Over
Days before Thanksgiving my husband came to me and asked for a divorce. I was in shock, I cried, I begged, I cried some more and I begged some more for him to stay. For us to go to counseling, for us to work it out. I had no idea anything was that wrong in our marriage. We knew things needed to change, we had even talked about learning to be a couple again because we had forgotten how to communicate. We had spent so many years just focusing on being good parents we neglected one another. I knew that much, I knew that we didn't handle our conflicts well and I thought we were working that out. But, he was done. There was nothing I could do. This 10-year relationship I had with the father of my beautiful children was over.
Mandy EverPublished 6 years ago in HumansCompersion
We were just kids back then. Me at nineteen and he was 20, I was four months pregnant but no one could tell in my tight fitting strapless wedding dress that cost a mere 200 dollars for at a local bridal store. The wedding was small and inexpensive. We paid for the wedding for the most part ourselves since neither sets of parents had money. The groom's mother paid for my dress and my parents paid for the flowers. We got married in his mother's church his side of the chapel was full and my side had some. We had a modest reception and a church my father had gone to growing up and we spent the night at a hotel that was lovingly paid for by his sister.
Netta JamiesonPublished 6 years ago in HumansMuseum
The man in the blue shirt gazes at the art through his wire rimmed glasses. His arms behind his back, phone in hands, he moves from picture to picture as if critiquing. He looks at the pictures, but seems disconnected, checking his phone between glimpses. His mind is elsewhere. He stands closely to the framed images, letting his breath hit the glass as he exhales. He is alone and perhaps he prefers it this way.
Dear Mr. Half Smile
This is to you, the person I never really thought I’d be writing this to at 3 o’clock in the morning. It’s a regular Los Angeles morning in November. A little brisk, but lovely without the rain. Today, our oldest child asked me if I still loved you. I smiled at her, gave her a hug and said, “of course, I do. He gave me you.” Which was the truth but also lead to me sitting in my pajamas in that brisk cool air out on the patio, writing this, coffee in hand.
An Ex-WifePublished 6 years ago in HumansHello, Divorce
I can't even begin to put my devastation into words on the day that my husband told me that he had fallen in love with another woman. During the "divorce" talk my ears started ringing. I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn't really react. It was almost like he was talking to me from far away. My heart was in my stomach and tears started falling from my eyes. When I was finally able to collect some emotions and thoughts all I could do was yell at him until my voice started to break and my throat hurt. What about our children? What about our home? What about this life that we struggled and worked so hard to build together? What happens to all of that?
Getting Divorced as a Millennial
Never in my dreams did I expect to get divorced at the ripe age of 26. Yep, on the cusp and beginning of my adult life, I filed for divorce. I wasn't married for just one or even three years. This was the end of a six-year marriage and an eight-year relationship.
Paint Color Can't Erase Me
Dear New Wife, I was shocked when you chose to move into my old home. I realize that you thought you won when I divorced my husband, but I didn't want to be married to someone who cheated on their wife, but that is your problem now. I mean, you cheat on men who have families and wives. He cheats on women who have had four children with him, so you are meant to be together. I don't know how you are able to trust another — but that is not my worry. I am still appalled that you moved into my home.
Erin MisenarPublished 7 years ago in HumansLeft in Sausalito, California
Many years back, I took a trip to San Francisco with my husband. He had a conference in town, so we decided to enjoy a trip. He had told me earlier that he was depressed, so my goal for this trip was to try to squeeze as much fun in as possible to help. He had pretty much checked out at home, and the kids and I didn't really see much of him lately. As if fun solves depression, but that is another story for another time.
Erin MisenarPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhen Love Isn't Forever
It was the worst year of my life, other than the year I lost my father. I had acquired a case of trigger thumb in both hands, a condition that causes your thumbs to bend at the joint and they won't unbend. Repeating shingles had plagued me for the past year as well, and finally the shingles virus went up into the nerves in my face, causing facial paralysis on the left side. I couldn't blink and had to cover my eye with cellophane each night so it wouldn't dry out. If that wasn't bad enough, my husband chose this time to have an online affair with a married woman.
Denise WillisPublished 7 years ago in HumansPost War Divorce
Something I read the other day made me think about the past and just how screwed up it really was at that particular time in my life. I look back at my previous marriages and cringe at the remembrance of some memories. My first marriage didn't really last that long and I was so young that I barely remember most of it. I hardly ever count that one even though it did yield two beautiful children. Now my second marriage.....that was the one I thought would be the death of me. I think one tries harder the second time around because who wants to be a two time loser right? I stayed and took things that I normally wouldn't from anyone else but I think my biggest problem was I could never truly be myself in that relationship. Oh, to the outward appearances we looked to be the perfect couple but behind closed doors it was a totally different story. Many people were shocked to hear we had split up.
Vanessa HamptonPublished 7 years ago in HumansDivorcing As Friends
Are you considering divorce or breakup, but deeply care about the other person? I have been in two marriages where both parties were going in such different directions that one of us decided that divorce was the only way to move forward.Breaking up is a rather painful process for both parties no matter who initiated the decision for whatever their reasons were.If you are divorcing your best or only friend, it can be particularly daunting. Do what you can to ensure that you have your own friends, and preferably keep close with mutual friends to ease your troubled mind.Some things you can do to make things easier for both of you is to find a way to express that such a situation is unpleasant for both parties. It is actually possible to lean on each other during this transition! If you are your only friends, it is okay to go get coffee at your mutual favorite place. You might be on your phones or reading different parts of the newspaper the whole time, but this being present for each other is still beneficial.In my first marriage, I was not the one to bring up divorce. But I understood where he was coming from. If we weren't romantically happy with each other, we should be available to find that happiness elsewhere.
Alice NorrisPublished 7 years ago in HumansPositive Side of Divorce
Doesn’t it make you smile when you see videos of people who go all out with elaborate marriage proposals? Nice, isn’t it? For about 30 seconds, you think about the day of your wedding and how special you felt. No? Okay. I'll speak for me. I don't think of my divorce—right away—as I’m being happy for a couple in the early stages of their lifetime of love.
J.T. WellingtonPublished 7 years ago in Humans