When I tell people that my husband and I almost got divorced they seem surprised. Divorce was a term I had been told to never throw around. "Once you start saying divorce, it's almost inevitable. It becomes an option at that point. Don't let it be an option." And so I vowed to myself that I would never take that word lightly. After all, nobody gets married with the idea of divorce as an end result.
We were just like any other 19 and 20 year old getting married. Starry eyed, head over heels for each other. Best friends. We were also immature and ignorant.
I remember before Greg and I were married a woman at my work telling me, "There was a whole year that I literally hated my husband." I thought that was crazy! I couldn't believe someone could actually feel hate towards their own spouse.
As a newly married young couple we were completely unprepared (despite our brief premarital counseling stint) for marriage and the changes that we were going to go through.
When people get divorced you often hear the complaint, "They changed. They weren't the same person I married." But, things change and that includes people. Nothing is constant. The earth revolves, the ocean heaves, the wind blows. People are no different. Their tastes fluctuate, they read books, they form new ideas and opinions. Your vows don't say, "Till death do us part, unless you change. If you change it's over."
At any rate, we changed. We got new jobs. We got pregnant. We had a kid. It became clear that there was a rift. The transitions of everything happening so quickly took a toll on us.
Honestly we were very lost. We weren't attending church. When we asked someone for advice it was usually from our unmarried friends who had no idea. We were fighting all the time. We couldn't even look each other in the eye.
The word divorce started bleeding into our sentences.
I remember yelling myself hoarse one night and wondering what the neighbors must think as I packed all of my baby's possessions into the back of my car. I just didn't want to be there anymore. I didn't want to be around him. He was hardly home anyway - he'd never even know the difference if I wasn't home. So I drove to my parent's house where I planned to stay.
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