Divorce – A Personal Experience

Six and a half years ago, I began the divorce proceedings and process. I didn’t initiate it, but it wasn’t unexpected nor unwelcome.

The legal proceedings were painless. The process, however, was not.

Early in the process, my father, also a divorcee, told me that for him every day after his divorce was like a funeral. So each day I bury some part of my past, present, and worst of all my imagined future.

In the early days of the process I was wracked with tremendous pain and loss. These days, the funerals are bearable; routine in fact.

Now, it is as though a frail and venerable aunt has passed. Yes, its over, but the time had come. There is a sadness in the finality, but a joy in the release from frail and confining constraints.

The one aspect of divorce that I still mourn is not having my children at my home each and every day. They have been a part of my life since I was 20. I’ve been playing the role of parent since my junior year in college.

As I help my son take his steps towards becoming a freshman in college, I’m curious. What will his path be? In three years will he be a father?

And what of my daughters? They are now in junior high, but if I close my eyes for a moment, they too will be off to college.

Time moves ever faster. Anyone getting older realizes this. Compound this with the cruel institution of divorce and I get half of that time.

I see my children every other week. There is a pressure to cram two weeks of living into each week. But I am well aware that if I want to do something right, I must slow down and do it.

I am fortunate. I am remarried to a wonderful woman. She is a creative whirlwind, and wants nothing more than to be a mother.

To this day, when my children are with me for the week, we manage to have 6 out of seven evening meals together. This is in spite of complex schedules, driving arrangements, professional career, and opening a business.

These meals sometimes remind me of the funeral reception for aged relatives that have passed. Families gathered together, one more time. Brought together by the memory of someone once (and still) important to them.

There is always laughter at these meals. And life goes on, not in spite of the loss, but because of the impact of the deceased.

I continue to dig through the mental shoe box of pictures that my future self was planning on taking. Those photos are fading, yet it still fills me with sadness.

However, today I don’t know what those future pictures will be. I’m excited to find out, but I’m going to slow down and let them develop.

4 thoughts on “Divorce – A Personal Experience

  1. I too am just starting going through the process of getting a divorce. I have one son who is 10, and another who is 20 and in college. I have to start getting used to the idea that I will not be around him all the time.

    Just know that I feel your pain and sympathize with you.

  2. Thank you for trusting in your community of readers that you trusted enough in the process to share with us. I can’t imagine the feelings you had or what you experienced, but you have my support and good will as we move into the future. Warmest wishes, JJ

  3. Absolutely beautiful! Raw, yet respectful. Transparent, yet self-aware. It’s that “NT” in our personalities that allows us to write like this, eh? 😄

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