The Triangle of Unfortunate Selections
Someone said to me ” I don’t know how you do it.
I replied “I wasn’t given a choice.”lessonslearnedinlife.com
It’s been just over two years since I did the unthinkable. I told my shocked then husband that he needed to leave. On our wedding anniversary no less. What a way to commemorate our life together! Irony abounds…
How did it come to this? How does a family who has fostered and adopted children, lead worship as a team, and put in 17 years together end up walking down the road to divorce? It happened slowly over a period of many years and culminated in me choosing between three options:
Not exactly fantastic options to choose from.
I remember that day. It was spring. The sun was shining and the birds were singing and the kids were outside playing on the trampoline. I was hiding in my room, staring into space and trying to figure out what in God’s name I was going to do. I had spent so many years telling myself I was stuck, that I couldn’t get out, that I was sentenced to live like this for the rest of my life.
I just couldn’t do it anymore.
Suicide didn’t seem like an option. I couldn’t do that to my kids and my family
An affair wasn’t an option. While I knew the temporary elation would be great, the lasting pain to so many people wouldn’t be worth it. And it would end up destroying me anyway.
I only had one option left. It terrified me and filled me with fierce hope all at the same time. Maybe, just maybe I would do this. I could be free. I knew that the fallout would be huge. But I had no idea just how huge it would turn out to be.
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