My Aunt Kate once said about love, “When you get it right, it’s a slice of heaven.” She has been happily married to my uncle for 40 years, one of the best examples of a successful marriage I’ve seen.
I met and fell in love with my husband when we were both in high school. We dated through college, married in our early twenties, and quickly had two children. We settled into our first home in a family neighborhood, where I stayed home to raise our daughter and son. I expected to always love him, to be married forever.
Love goes away.
My husband and separated when I was 38; then divorced.
He is now my ex-husband. Yet it is still a love story to me, because my children have been one of the greatest joys of my life. My ex and I both love the children, if not each other.
Many years ago, my mother passed away after battling cancer. Divorce and breakups aren’t the only romance enders, partners can pass away.
Love can have many chapters.
After my mother passed away, my father met his second wife. We are profoundly grateful they found each other, his wife has been a gift to our family.
A friend was toasted with, “to the most optimistic woman I know,” at her wedding, when she married her third husband. Nobody expects to be married two, three, four times. But it happens. Perhaps there are more challenges and baggage, but it can work. I admire those with the courage to dive in, embrace another chapter, and love again.
Love comes back.
We all know couples who separated, then reunited; or married, divorced, and then married each other again. Long married couples often say they stayed that way because they never wanted to divorce at the same time.
Couples often struggle during transitions, such as retirement or children flying the nest. Sometimes they lose each other, and then find their way back together again.
Love is squirrely.
Can’t chase it, and catch it. Can’t manufacture it, or force it to be there. Can’t will it away, if that’s what the heart feels. It’s isn’t easily explained.
When things got rocky in my marriage years ago, my then husband and I did a brief stint of marriage counseling. I remember saying to him, “I think you want to be in love me.”
To which he responded, “Isn’t that a start?” (Meaning a start at repairing the marriage.) No. It really wasn’t. We separated soon after.
Divorce, loss of love, isn’t as simple as pointing a finger.
Was the divorce his fault? Mine? Both of our faults? Yes. It was.
During divorce, many want to blame somebody, or something. It gets complicated. Many thought I should have been more angry or bitter than I was. Here’s what they didn’t understand.
The divorce forced me out of my comfort zone, freed me in some ways. I’ve met new people, grown and developed, pursued my interests, worked to build a career, raised two children as a single parent, and learned to stand on my own two feet. It’s been hard, challenged me relentlessly, but it has also been good for me, empowering in ways I couldn’t have imagined.
People don’t fall in and out of love at the same time.
Often during love relationships, one person stops feeling the love, while the other is still in love. After the breakup, one person feels guilty, while the other devastated. Many times we don’t fall out of love at the same pace, or at the same time. It is doing somebody a kindness to let them go, when it isn’t working. It frees them to grieve, and then find the love they deserve.
It isn’t a picnic to be the one who lags behind, who is dumped while still invested in a relationship. Neither is it fun to call off a relationship, hurt somebody.
It isn’t wrong to be either person.
People often botch the ending.
Instead of facing the end of a relationship with honesty, many have affairs, drink, avoid home, pick fights to justify their actions, work incessantly, and all manner of things that make the ending more confusing, messier than it might have been.
Adultery is particularly challenging; it creates shrapnel that children and families pluck out for years, perhaps even lifetimes.
Teaching teenagers about love is hard.
As a single, divorced mom, it’s tough to speak to something that I neither succeeded nor failed at.
I’m not providing an example for my children to learn from, or follow. Could be worse, I could be providing a poor example; serial dating, dragging drama into our family home, and doing more damage to my children. I rely on family and friends to model examples of solid relationships these days.
What can I tell my children about love?
If you fall in love, be honest. If you fall out of love, be honest. Don’t muddy the waters with bad behavior, cheating,and lying. Respect the love you once felt with an honorable ending.
Evaluate the failed (or ended) relationship, yourself and your part in it, your patterns, before moving to the next relationship. (i.e. “clean up your mess”) Without time, reflection and cleanup, your next relationship is doomed to failure.
When you find somebody you don’t want to live without and they feel the same for you—something clicks. Value it. Respect and cherish it. It doesn’t come along every day. Hang onto it.
Wisdom to add? Something you’ve learned about love?
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