In the Aftermath of a Divorce Lives a Place Pregnant With Possibilities
Turning the labor of divorce into a rebirth
When some people go through a divorce they liken the process to a phoenix rising from the ashes but that kind of dramatic display didn’t align with how I felt. I would never rise from the ashes of my marriage because there was nothing to burn down. Nothing there to catch fire.
Sure, we built a home and a family together. Those parts were concrete and had structure. They held shape and form.
But the marriage? Not so much. Our foundation may have rested on relatively firm ground. We constructed some sections for the framework of decent marriage but stopped short of building anything substantial. There wasn’t a solid structure to lean on or shelter us when the winds of tough times blew in.
It’s no wonder it all fell apart.
So instead of the marriage dying in a blaze of flames, the ending resembled what happens after stomping on one of those eyelash bugs. I flip over my shoe to scrape off the dead bug only to discover there’s nothing there. They don’t seem to have a body at all— only air and thin-leggy fluff. There’s nothing really to those little buggers.
