divorce
Divorce isn't an end; it's a different beginning.
For Better or Worse
I was eighteen, pregnant, and nervous about telling my boyfriend that I was pregnant. I did not understand how having painful sex could result in a baby. But I knew from sex ed that just because the sex was painful and unenjoyable, that didn't necessarily mean I couldn't get pregnant. It didn't take long for my boyfriend to notice that I was unusually quiet. So after a little probing, I finally told him. He did not appear to be surprised. In fact, he seemed happy at the news, like he had planned it.
By She Writes8 years ago in Humans
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.
By Mandy Ever8 years ago in Humans
Compersion
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.
By Netta Jamieson8 years ago in Humans
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.
By An Ex-Wife8 years ago in Humans
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.
By Erin Misenar8 years ago in Humans
Left 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.
By Erin Misenar8 years ago in Humans
When 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.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Humans
Post 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.
By Vanessa Hampton8 years ago in Humans
