divorced
Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
Bad Girl House
Years ago, I found something strange in a book that belonged to my mom. It sent me searching for answers that I still don’t feel I’ve conclusively found. When I was in the eighth grade I needed to find a book to read for my Language Arts class, so I could ultimately write the dreaded book report. My mom had been both a math and English major when she attended college to become a teacher. That meant that there was no shortage of books at our house. There were boxes and boxes of books in our basement to go through. There was just about anything you could want. I eventually found one that sounded good to me.
By Kathy Sees5 years ago in Families
The Escape Fantasy
All of us have an escape fantasy. You know the one where you get in the car and drive away. You leave everything behind and start new, somewhere where no one knows your name. Mine involves driving down the highway until I find a quaint little town. I will become a waitress at a small diner and everyone in town will wonder who I am or where I came from. I will keep to myself though, renting a studio apartment and reading books in my solitude. All of my troubles would just disappear with my old identity.
By Shawna McCord Bennett5 years ago in Families
Top Ten Reasons Marriages Fail
When couples declare their love and make life-long vows on their wedding day, the last thing anyone thinks about is divorce. Most husbands and wives dream about living together forever, facing life’s problems head-on as a team. You might want children and imagine what your life would be like with the pitter-patter of little feet running around the family home.
By Natalie Maximets5 years ago in Families
25 Years with an Addict
Growing up in an abusive home, I always dreamed of what my family would be like when I got grew up and got married. Certainly would never treat my children like "this", nor my husband. I would use time outs, and talks, not screams, scolding and the spanks. But I failed.
By Tami Brzak Robb5 years ago in Families
The Truth Bound in Leather
As Erin left the courthouse and walked to her car, a tempest of various emotions began to overwhelm her. It was finally over. It was the end of an era, a new beginning that was both relieving and a little scary all at once. At the same time it was heartbreaking. How could a marriage that had started so beautifully and in such a perfect way, end with such bitterness and feelings of betrayal?
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Families
Something Could Happen
The end of my 10-year marriage was recently finalized after the mandatory Colorado 91-day “waiting period,” and I was in the middle of an existential moment. What’s defined me for the past decade-plus is, legally speaking, gone. Being a stepfather and never adopting my now ex-wife’s kids means that I’m….no one. That’s an oversimplification, I know. They still see me as Dad, but I can’t make any decisions about them or, if an emergency befalls them, seek treatment for them without their mother’s consent. And in her eyes, I’m now a roommate who helps her take care of her kids. So, it’s a fair statement to say that a large part of me has been feeling empty.
By David Marquiss5 years ago in Families
Thank you
Twenty-three years. Some of you reading this aren’t even that old. That is how long I was married before we got divorced. Twenty-three years, although we were together for at least 25 total. More than half of our lives. People would say, “I’m sorry” when you’d tell them you were getting divorced; like it was a failure. It was never a failure. Twenty-three years is a success. Things happen, people grow and not always together. I know we both grew; I know I grew in a different, better direction for myself.
By Meg Lagares5 years ago in Families
Little Black Note Book
I couldn’t believe it. I mean does anyone who is a pre-teen really understand that their parents are going to get divorced? Unless maybe there is possible major abuse, which in my family there was none. It was just, Dad, Mom and 11 year old clueless, me. I was just going along in life thinking everything was fine and then, bam, Mom said we are moving out. Moving out? What does that even mean? Moving out of the only house I’ve ever known. My childhood home. Away from my neighborhood, away from my school, away from my friends. Who does this!?!
By Meg Lagares5 years ago in Families
An Unexpected Gift
I sat staring at the list of monthly bills, wondering what more I could do. I needed another $300 to pay that last utility bill, and I didn’t know where I was going to get it. Not being a stranger to financial difficulties, I had become pretty adept at “stretching every dollar”. I knew a lot of tricks, like putting off one bill to pay a more urgent one, or waiting until the last possible minute to pay a bill before there would be consequences, such as a late charge or the power being shut off. But I had run out of tricks this time, and that $300 utility bill had to be paid.
By Martha Drapeau5 years ago in Families
