I went through my divorce. I struggled through moments, I cried, I laughed, I changed, I learned and it happened. I did not skip parts, ignore parts, pretend it didn’t happen or back pedal in that divorce.
I did it the best way I knew how. I did what worked for me and I am ever so grateful that my divorce was amicable. Amicable enough to even use the same lawyer and go out to lunch together after the judge announced us no longer husband and wife.
Not everyone gets that, I understand. And let me say, everyone’s divorce is different.
Years later here I am with a friend in my house and her three children. Her arms are covered in bruises from her husband. We sat in a lawyer’s office this morning and she was all over the board. I sat there getting frustrated. Just what did she want exactly? What are her goals? Ten years I’ve listened to them two yell, fight and carry on. I’ve supported her, given her places to stay and bit my tongue. Now they are in my house, living on my bank account and she wants to find an easier route then actually going through it.
And she looks at me like I have no clue what I’m talking about.
I want to scream at her. Shake her. Tell her what reality is. I could go on and on but here is where I am at. I’m sitting in a chair next to her, pregnant. I have a job I’m late getting to. I have a beautiful, brand new house that I got up early to clean this morning because there are 4 extra people and a puppy staying there. I have a Husband that will come home tonight that I will be happy to see. You see, I worked hard for that. Damn hard. So while I will be supportive of friends when is enough, enough? When do your morals win out? When do you tell your friend she is going to have to learn the hard way? I’ve already done it. I’ve been there. I feel the stress today, stress that isn’t mine because I remember those days all to well but these aren’t my days. No, they are hers.
It is a funny thing, being the already divorced person. I completely understand the steps but no, I will not do it for another person. The other thing I’m realizing, I can no longer be supportive of a toxic situation someone chooses to put them selves in daily. It is exhausting.