Breathing in hope…

As I read Hurt By Love’s post, It’s All About You, tears begin filling my eyes blurring the words on the page and an all too familiar tightness clenched at my chest

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At the beginning of our life together, things weren’t so bad. Or at least I thought so. Maybe I had to start convincing myself early on that it wasn’t so odd or out of the ordinary for him to act out like he did or say those hurtful things with his jaw clenched in obvious unleashed anger. He was just stressed from work I’d reason as I tried to brush it off trying not to be too sensitive. Maybe it’s just who he is I’d justify as I tried to accept the behavior as normal for him. But the more I tried to reason or justify his behaviors, actions and words, the more my shoulders became weighed down with the burden of making things work.

As the years slipped silently one into the next I became determined to make each new year better. Somehow I kept this little glimmer of hope. Surely the beginning of a new year with it’s fresh start and hope looming large, would reveal the key to having a happy, loving marriage. I prayed diligently that I would say, do and be the right thing because after all, it was all about me changing — or so I thought.

But year after year, the weight of making things better became overwhelmingly impossible. Hope stopped looming so large and finding a fresh start never seemed to happen. Some days the fear of failing once again just became too much and it seemed easier to stop trying — to stop hoping. There was no key to happiness — there were no answers which magically made things better. My time became occupied with wondering what little trip wire I would stumble over on any given day or how many more eggshells would need to be swept under the rug. Those were the things which turned the hand of the clock, causing hours to turn into days and the days into years. Time lost trying to fix something which was not meant for me to fix.

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I was tired of tripping, tiptoeing and bearing the weight of something which I truly could not change by myself.

Submit more, pray harder and respect fully no matter what. Those words only added more weight to my already slumped shoulders and I was so very tired of hearing it. Whenever someone poured that rhetoric over me as if to cleanse me of my terribly wicked thoughts of leaving I felt myself drowning a little more.

 

I was tired. Tired of trying. Tired of reasoning. Tired of justifying.

01 looking 139093645Tired of it being all about me.

 

So the day came when I was so sick and tired of trying — trying to make something work which truly wasn’t about me at all — that I stopped. And on that day — I chose to leave my marriage.

I don’t consider myself strong or courageous, but the day came where enough was enough. While doubts would often stifle me, I knew — I truly knew deep in my heart — that nothing had or was changing. And I knew with certainty, that all which had happened over the years was truly not okay. It was called — abuse.

The decision to stand against abuse cost me a lot. Some say that divorce is the easy way out. To divorce instead of staying shows lack of faith. But divorce is not easy no matter the circumstances. And I lost because of it. I lost friends, people I thought I’d known who knew how my ex had been towards me and our sons walked away. I was sadly surprised when some from the church we had attended put the burden of keeping a marriage fractured from abuse together on my shoulders while supporting my ex. I endured hearing the lies about myself spreading through my small town and literally having people turn the other way when they saw me. And the worse part was losing the close relationship I’d had for years with my oldest son as he was pulled deeper and deeper into his father’s manipulation turning him against me.

But I trudged forward knowing that by allowing him back into my life the loss would be even greater to my heart and soul. And I was ready to live life fully no matter the loss along the way.

Some would say I didn’t have enough faith because I didn’t stay and allow God to work a miracle, but He did work in an amazing way — He set me free and that was my miracle. He saved the child who was crying out to Him to be rescued. Isn’t it so backward to think the only way God works a miracle is when a fractured marriage stays intact while the people inside continue to be hurt? I believe the greatest miracle He does is bringing forth beauty from ashes — destroying something which became destructive in order to save His children.

My heart has been broken many times over; I have cried countless rivers of tears; and I have swallowed my pride while facing those who think little of me because I chose freedom from an abusive marriage. But despite the heartache and loss, so much more has been gained.

01 a Woman-Spring-JoyAnd the biggest gain of all has been the freedom to breathe in hope once again!

May we always remember that a relationship should never imprison someone. Marriage should allow us the freedom to be who we are without the fear of not being good enough and allow us to walk freely without the worry of tripping or tiptoeing. Marriage should be a journey we take traveling side by side in harmony with another while building a life together. And today by the Grace of God, I live in a marriage of freedom and harmony. There is no fear of tripping or tiptoeing, no need to justify or reason away abusive behavior — I live in harmony with a man who sees me as more than good enough, holds me up so I never trip or fall, and loves me in a way I never knew.

Blessings!

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One thought on “Breathing in hope…

  1. It was painful to read the beginning of this piece, but the end of the story is so sweet and filled with genuine, long-awaited joy. I am so happy that you have found the acceptance and love you deserve.

    In Him,

    Cindy

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