As little girls we dream of our perfect wedding, play dress up in our mothers closet; we get older and dream of meeting “the one”, our knight in shining armor and living happily ever after…we seemed to have forgotten about the reality of love. Do only fools rush in? Those who are oblivious to their consequences, and those who are ignorant of their infatuation? If so, how does their story end? Inevitably?… perhaps for some.
Two years in to a rushed relationship and marriage, I found myself on the brinks of divorce. I had my heart shattered into pieces and left on the floor to drown with my tears; I had fallen into the strongest of loves and slowly watched it bury me alive. I gave up my family, education and friends to devote my life to a man who was to be my ticket to paradise on earth, instead I found myself pregnant and alone living in an angry home praying for a way to escape. I married a stranger and didn’t even know it; his fault or mine? Ignorance is not bliss, no matter what anyone tells you. As the months went on, things only seemed to get worse; the lies, deceit, disrespect, and indifference consumed our relationship, we had pushed ourselves so far from each other that a simple kiss was getting hard to fake. To the outside world we were perfect, a façade we so ingeniously designed; the problem with that was I lead myself to believe the act and try to please the man that cared so little, ending of course in only more heartache. How did we go from picture perfect to another statistic?
December 2, 2009 our daughter was born, we found peace with life and with each other; things looked as if they were headed a new direction and the last few years of sadness were behind us… wrong. His absence for the first couple months of our daughter’s life kept our relationship from problems but also made our lack of everything else much more evident. Our love was lost, our relationship was just work and our hearts were seeking other directions. Upon his return, it wasn’t long until the cycle went on repeat and we began reliving our last few years of our relationship. We were done, it was done, and we were over.
After a nasty break up and a long distance move, things were put into perspective. Life is too short and love is too rare; fight for what you love and leave what hurts you. The final outcome of our relationship has torn us in two, having us wanting completely different things. One wants to fight, one wants to let go. One won’t quit holding on, the other already walked away. Who knows at this point where our little family will end up; will we stick together for better or worse? Til death do us part? ….
It’s in God’s hands now.