Healing After Divorce
The story below was told to me by someone I'll call Ginger. Ill report it in Gingers "voice" because this story is too priceless to tell any other way. Heres what I heard:
Twelve years ago, after eighteen years of marriage and raising two beautiful daughters, I asked my spouse for a divorce. He was devastated, convinced I would never leave. For over a year he told friends I had lost my senses, that I would return. I had actually found my senses and courageously stepped out of an emotionally painful situation, even though I was terrified, guilty, and surely going to hell in an hour.
My spouse could not forgive my leaving him. He has not remarried, even though he has kept company with a wonderful woman for over ten years. He asks our daughters to refrain from mentioning my name and does not wish to see pictures of me. He moved to another state shortly after the divorce. Only special occasions like graduations, weddings, and the birth of our grandchildren bring us face to face for brief periods. Some have been awkwardly enjoyable and others memorably horrible.
Id like to say I was a saint all through the years, that I wished him well, that I didnt need to find fault with him for things he did a hundred years ago, but I cant. I found many ways to retell the sordid details. In retrospect, I needed to relive my version of the stories until I didnt have to anymore. Its amazing to me how long it took to heal. Oh I went on with my life and outwardly, all was well. But in my heart, I was very sad that our marriage became a statistic. We had such high hopes and such youthful dreams.
As I matured in my singleness and grew in Gods grace, I ached over ways I had participated in a marriage that never quite reached steady ground. I tried to bear equal responsibility for the problems, but somehow he always seemed more at fault than I. You know how that goes! After a while, I stopped aching and started to forgive us both for youthful demands that neither of us met well enough for the other. I began to forget the long ago incidents and long for inner peace. Still, I felt the burden of his rage toward me, even though he rarely saw my face or heard my voice.
More years passed. Our daughters had homes of their own and I had a new life. I never regretted the divorce. I prayed for my ex-husband regularly and awaited the day when forgiveness would reign in our family. As free as I was, I was burdened by his inability to let me go.
This past Christmas, he visited his daughters. I live near both girls and share a great deal of their lives. Through a series of circumstances that seemed to get out of control, I precipitated an incident that would change us all forever.
You see, it was our unspoken custom that when one of us visited the children on the others turf, the other kinda got out of Dodge. That person visited family in another town or state, but were not local.
I was about to change the rules.
I had an internal nudge, which I am sure was a spiritual gift, to stay in town during Christmas. It was so powerful that I could not ignore it. I wanted to because I knew my staying would start a bonfire but I had to stay put. I also knew that every one of us had a part to play in the scenario that would unfold. The script called for me to start it all I had no idea what was ahead. I asked the girls for a couple of hours of their time sometime between Christmas Eve morning and Christmas day night however they wanted to put it together would be OK with me. They cautiously addressed this issue with their dad. He responded with deep hurt and major over-reaction rage. He wasnt coming at all, he told them, if they intended to spend time with me during HIS visit. Apparently, they all cried and everyone felt sick. Not a fun script, this one.
After an agonizing week of wrestling with some internal demons and responding to the pull of angels, my ex-husband reached an extraordinary place of healing. He called our eldest daughter and said something like this: This is a year for total healing. I am sorry I was so rude to you last week and so angry at your mother again. I do not wish to be angry at her anymore. Please tell her that she is welcome to participate in every aspect of Christmas with us. Please invite her to church, to dinner, and to our sharing of presents. I dont want her left out of anything. I really mean that.
The girls were taken aback. Two weeks passed before they told me what dad had said. All I could do was cry and shout out: "Thank you, God. This is all I want for Christmas."
I accepted a mid week brunch invitation, agreed to host Christmas Eve festivities at my home, and made an apple pie to bring for Christmas dinner dessert. I did not recognize the man who came to make peace with me. He looked me in the eye and kissed me on both cheeks. We shared happy stories of our children when they were young, and wished each other peace in church. During Christmas dinner, we sat across from each other and the conversation continued. He told me a little about his life and asked me some questions about mine. A few times I caught him looking at me. I wondered if he was thinking: "Who is this woman I have spent so many years holding as my enemy?" Maybe these were not his thoughts but rather my own projected onto him. It doesnt matter. We have both changed. Life can really move on.
Thats what I remember from Gingers story.
Many men and women heal quickly from the awful wounds that divorce inflicts. Others spend a lifetime and never heal. They bring unhealed hearts to a new relationship not realizing the roadblocks these create to new life and love.
If you have not yet forgiven that person who tried and failed to build a life with you, then let this story move you into your own healing. If you have no grudges against your former spouse, then consider adding that person to your prayers. It may be the best gift you can give...every day of your new life. You may never understand each other, smile at each other, or be each others best friend, but you are probably both good people and equal in the sight of God. Let each other go. God cannot feed you when your hands are already full. If you are the one still holding grudges, then consider therapy.
More About Ginger
Ginger told me later that her ex took his girlfriend to a mountaintop about a month after that momentous Christmas and proposed to her. They married about six months later and Ginger was invited to the wedding. She didnt attend but was grateful for the invitation. They all shared the healing that had begun so ominously the Christmas before.
Healing after divorce and before committing to a new relationship is critical for peace to reign and love to grow. There are specific and tangible stages of divorcing to walk through. These carry tasks that allow healing to happen in its time.
Divorce in and of itself does not bring healing. Reading, self-help groups, spiritual guidance, and therapy are wonderful tools accessible for most people. If those bruised in love take the time to heal, they prepare for a new beginning that will have substance and potential for endurance. By relying on time alone or new love alone to get over the past, they put new faith into old misplaced hopes and unmet dreams for a second or third time! Healing CAN happen after divorce. Is it time for you to make some new decisions?
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