In the beginning of my divorce, I remember having lunch with two of my girlfriends.  “Why does this always happen to the kindest women?” One asked while the other agreed. “It’s not kindness,” I replied. “There are plenty of kind women who are happily married. It is kindness with zero boundaries and a lack of…

I remember sitting in my marriage counselor’s office one day. It is was one of the days I had what I refer to as a ‘shifting moment.’ It’s hard not to talk a lot during marital problems and divorce because the inability to leave a person who is this meaningful in your life overwhelms you.…

“So when IS this divorce finalizing anyway?” asks my friend Rosalita. I want to answer her. The truth is I dragged this out for so long (the not leaving part – not the actual getting the divorce part) that I am like a dinosaur – the AOL of divorce. The poster girl for “how not…

My marriage counselor is a saint. At the very least he has the patience of one. In the early days of counseling I would say that the writing was definitely on the wall. My marriage was over. My counselor knew it and deep down I knew it. The funny thing is that I was listening…

My sisters and I settle into are seats at the cupcake shop. Each of us grabbing the floral, china, cups in front of us while steeping our tea bags. We divide the cupcakes into three sections so that we can taste all of them. As I often do the names will be changed to protect…

I enter the office with my marriage counseling tool kit. A cup of coffee and a few tissues. It is still early in my marital distress. I slump into the couch knowing instinctively that this is one of the few safe places to let go of my pain. The pain begins to find a way…

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