Divorce Still Hurts After 6 Years

Broken dreams on dotted lines

Sign your past away
This is yours and that is mine
So the papers say
How can you move on so quickly?
How can you heal so fast?
What will I do with my mornings?
What will I do with my nights?

How can I start all over?

Knowing we’re less than friends
Why is it the simple truths are hardest to believe?
You want answers I can’t give
You want words I don’t know
Ask me when I’m through getting over you

After this day is over

How can my dreams go on?
What will I do with my mornings?
What will I do with my nights?
You want answers I can’t give
You want words I don’t know
Ask me when I’m through getting over you

Ask me when I’m through getting over you.

I wrote the above poem several years after signing the divorce papers. The pain (of the divorce) is now 6 years old. And yes, it still hurts. Mostly now in infrequent floods rather than like a consistent, festering wound.

Today is the 26th anniversary of getting married. I’m part of the statistic that didn’t stay married. That makes me sad . . . . for myself, the kiddos, affected family/friends and even for him.

But praise God, He does take the wreckage and refashions a new life. I’m still working out the kinks in this new life. So are the kiddos. Evidently he is happy.

I’m not happy per se, but I am at peace knowing I have a Father and God who will never abandon me or my children . . . . no matter what . . . . Never. And that He made me and my children (and him) for a good purpose.

I am trying to live out that good purpose. . . . with some joy, lots of integrity, and faith that I’ll see the good thing from this awful event. (See Genesis 50:20 and Romans 8:28.)