One year ago today was the beginning of the end of my 22 year marriage. It was a Sunday and I was assigned to speak in church about an hour away. I had noticed distance with josh and I felt prompted to ask once again (because I had felt certain many other times) if he had feelings for someone else. This time it was yes, I think I do. It wasn’t the end that day, but it was the turning point for him. He never wanted to reconcile or stop the train once it got rolling and for that I’m grateful. We told the kids shortly after and that was difficult for us both. I was angry and hurt and resentful and anxious and a dozen other things and I’m sure josh was as well. He moved out in December of 2017, and we divorced in June of 2018.
We are actually pretty close today, not like best friends or great buddies but we respect each other for what we do and how we raise our kids. Or at least I do, he has turned into a pretty hands on dad with the boys and they have developed a real relationship with their dad. Everything isn’t t always peachy, I still struggle with resentment and angry but for the most part, I’m genuinely happy for him and consider him family.
A lot has happened to my family this past year. My boys have been through tremendous changes and have come out on the other side intact. They are loved by me and their dad. And although seeing this on my calendar made my stomach a little sick, for the most part I’m happy that they turned out as well as they have.
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