Eight years ago, I found myself reluctantly inducted into the realm of divorce. When I make light of it, I quip that I was eager to maintain my marriage, but my ex-husband and his new partner had other intentions. Reactions to this jest vary from knowing laughter to awkward smiles, depending on who’s listening.
Since that pivotal moment, I have encountered numerous challenges. Transitioning from a stay-at-home parent for over a decade to the workforce isn’t easy. Opportunities have not exactly been plentiful. Financially, the repercussions were harsh. I spent five years seeking child support, during which time I lost my home, my creditworthiness, and a significant portion of my mental well-being. While foreclosure and bankruptcy might be described as character-building experiences, I assure you, they are quite unpleasant. The emotional turmoil was equally taxing; raising four children while trying to secure a stable environment took its toll. My ex-husband, who would intermittently enter and exit their lives like a whirlwind, only complicated matters further.
Somehow, we navigated through those tumultuous times. Today, my children are thriving: two are in college, and two are in high school, blossoming into remarkable individuals who fill me with pride. I’ve put in immense effort to create a safe and stable life for us. I often write about the struggles and insights gained from divorce, and many individuals reach out for guidance and reassurance, seeking to know that they, too, will emerge from their pain and humiliation.
I owe them an apology.
Because I am often the one enthusiastically proclaiming that recovery is possible, that forgiveness is attainable, and that healing will follow. I respond to heartfelt pleas for help with empowering affirmations like:
- “You can do this, friend!”
- “It’s painful when your dreams shatter, but you WILL rise again and thrive!”
- “One day, seeing him won’t feel like a knife wound to your heart.”
I frequently extol the virtues of parallel parenting, sharing how effectively ignoring my ex-spouse has led to a harmonious existence. Everything seemed peachy. However, I must confess that I was not entirely truthful.
A few weeks ago, I unexpectedly encountered my ex, and I did not react as one who has fully healed would. Instead, I responded with the maturity of a petulant child.
Let me set the stage. I work late three evenings a week at our elementary school, which has a childcare program that requires someone to monitor the front office until closing for security reasons. The gymnasium is also utilized by the local Parks and Recreation department for various activities, from adult volleyball to toddler gymnastics.
As I worked diligently in what has become my second home—making copies, filing documents, and entering crucial data—I occasionally interacted with participants entering for their scheduled activities.
It was during one of these evenings, while returning from the copy room, that I saw a figure at the door. Rushing to let them in, I suddenly realized it was my ex. I froze, akin to a statue.
To complicate matters, he was accompanied by his young child, a toddler he shares with his current partner.
In that moment, it felt surreal. Our eyes locked, and his expression reflected surprise and disbelief. My initial reaction? A facial expression akin to someone who had just stepped in something unpleasant.
Neither of us spoke. What could we possibly say? I could have opted to greet him casually or even sarcastically, but instead, I simply stood there, paralyzed by emotion.
What transpired next was a reaction I regret. Without any intention, I made a face at him—an involuntary grimace that betrayed my true feelings.
After he departed, a wave of anxiety washed over me. I felt a mix of nausea and shame. I was embarrassed that I couldn’t even muster a simple greeting. Instead, I was left feeling like a defeated participant in my own life.
On the drive home, I vented to myself, chastising my ex for his past behavior and expressing frustration over the hurt caused to our children. Once home, I found solace in the absence of my boys, who were out enjoying their own lives. I reached out to a friend, pouring out my feelings of disappointment and sadness. After a comforting conversation, I took a moment for myself, making a martini and allowing a few tears to flow on my porch.
This experience has led me to reevaluate a few things. Firstly, perhaps the concept of parallel parenting is not as effective as I believed. Regular interactions might help me become desensitized to the emotional impact of seeing him again. Secondly, I need to acknowledge my own vulnerabilities to those who seek my guidance. I am not as far along in my healing journey as I often claim. Lastly, this process is undeniably challenging, and some days are tougher than others, necessitating self-forgiveness. It’s important to remind those navigating similar paths that setbacks are part of the journey.
In conclusion, understanding the realities of emotional healing is essential. It’s time to let go of the facade of perfection and embrace the complexity of our feelings.
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