April 17, 2007

  • I got an email from a friend of ours today.  It really cut me.  Not that is should have because it's  not happening to me.  Our friends are in the midst of getting a divorce.  God I had hoped that they would have worked it out.  It saddens me to hear of love lost.  How do relationships start out so full of hope and promise and end up bitter and hating?  I'm not saying that my own marriage has been a cake walk, but we worked and grew. 


    I remember talking to my friend and how scared and sad she was.  I have to say that I feel a bit of my heart breaking for her.  I don't know why I do for her, but it's her husband I'm angry at.  There's a long story about why.  But then I have a tendency to blog out long pointless stories anyways so I'll try to write out what I know of it.  At least the point that seems to be the breaking point. 


    Mr. is an airline pilot and flies to Europe and the U.K.  A lot.  So much so that he needed to make a friend that I'll refer to as The Baroness.  On his stay-overs and even independant 'vacations' Mr stayed at the Baroness' home.  Leaving Mrs. home with 2 fairly young children and all the business of day-to-day living to deal with.  Having an affair you say??  Well.....Mr. denied that.  As a matter of fact all of them had vacationed there together as one happy family.    And life went on with Mr. having adventures and making purchases of material goods that were of his desire.  Mrs. was not allowed such extravagances.  She had to work for any spending money that she wanted both for her and the children.  As a matter of fact, if Mr. didn't get his way he struck out in malicious ways.  For example, the house they bought when they moved here was not the home that Mr. wanted.  He acted out by going back to his home country and having an affair with his old girl-friend.  Fucking retard baby.  There was also the time that the Baroness came to thier home and stayed for a few weeks.  But she was offended by a remark that Mrs. made that was meant as a joke.  The Baroness then withdrew in an angry cloud and went home abruptly.  Yes, maturity must be a trait of the Baroness.


    She's probably better off without the bastard, but there are the kids to think about. O.K. they seem ok now.  Maybe they'll be even better now they aren't living in a pit of tension and hatred.  I still feel badly for them all.


    If I've offended anyone that is divorced I'm sorry.  Actually, I'm sorry more that you had to endure hurt and hardship, maybe not that I may have offended.  I didn't write this out to offend, I'm trying to work it out for myself without wailing on the people involved.  They don't need it and it wouldn't serve any useful purpose anyways.


    HUGS


    Me

Comments (4)

  • It's been 4 years, and my daughter is only now having issues with it. She is nine.

  • Divorce is hard on children, not matter what anyone says.  It was on hard on us kids and we were grown when our parents divorced.  It's not easy to watch your family fall apart. 

    All that being said, it is easier to live in an environment where there isn't constant fighting, battling and tension. 

    Mr. sounds like an inconsiderate, boorish, asshole.  She is better off with out him. 

  • She is better off without him, and truthfully, the kids are better off seeing their mother stand up and say, "I have worth, and I will not allow anyone, even my husband, treat me like this."

    It is hard on the kids. No matter the age, no matter the circumstances. Especially if the parents fight and the home is filled with tension and anger. But in the long run, the kids will not only adjust, but if she is able to get on her feet and feel strength again, hopefully they will even thrive.

  • Another of life's inevitable dramas. The only time we notice is when it's close enough we can identify with the event. The kids will be fine. As fine as any kids anywhere else that is. If I make it all sound so easy it's only because I'm simple minded and unable to grasp the complexity of the whole mess. It's not easy. It is simple but that is not the same as easy. We are the problem and we're very complex. That's simple but not easy to accept.

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