It was about this time of the year, fifteen or so years ago, that the father of my children decided that it was time to seek greener pastures and who could blame him. Anything that may have bloomed between us had long since withered and died. He deserved a happy life and so did I.
I was going to post a wedding picture of the both of us, but then thought better of it since it does invade his privacy a bit. The poor quality picture above is of my mother and I at the reception. Good gravy I was young; 19 and he 26. It's a wonder we lasted as long as we did.
At the time of our divorce I was torn between utter and complete terror at having to find my way without him, and the blessed relief of letting go of a facade that was growing more and more heavy to hold up. His decision, while traumatic at the time, was the beginning of a better life for both of us.
And isn't it lovely how life works things out? He has since married a really nice woman who has embraced our children and meshed them with her own. I've told her more than once how much I appreciate that. You can never have too many people love your children. We manage to have civil, though perhaps a bit awkward, conversations at family functions and that is more than I could have hoped for.
Of course we all know how things went for me and my amazing husband. I've never been happier in my life. Maybe I had to understand how I was doing marriage wrong to learn how to do it right or maybe the fact that I finally found the other part of my heart and soul had a lot to do with it. Whatever the recipe, we are bonded in the most profound way. He has accepted me exactly as I am and has done the same for my kids and their kids. His love is kind and complete and I am humbled by it.
Life can frequently give us dark paths to walk, but if we are patient the light at the end is incredibly beautiful. In the end, it all turns out for good.