What still amazes me most about divorce is how two people, once committing to love, honor, and cherish each other till death do part, almost overnight wishes to see that qualifier become a reality. Well, maybe not technically dead, but at least out of the way, vanished, or forgotten.
To understand this, I should start from the beginning.
Most parents rank the ‘sex talk’ about equal to public speaking on the list of things most dreaded in life. Few moments are more unsettling-for the parent and the child. But adding teenage porn use to that discussion brings a new ‘ick’ to the conversation.
Buy the truth and sell it not. Proverbs 23:23
There is a world of difference between a ‘good guy’ and a ‘good man.’ One will get you drunk, make you laugh, and if lucky, help you move. The other will irritate, humble, and inspire you. I know lots of men who are ‘good guys.’ I can count on a few fingers the ones I consider a ‘good man.’
In the first year of our blending family, the Queen and I downplayed the ‘blending’ part. But in truth, we began long before the ‘I do.’ We made a commitment early on never to use ‘step kids.’ instead, it would be ‘our kids.’
Language is important. What we say about a thing says as much about us as it does the thing.
For single parents, it can be a moment of heavenly exhilaration and earthly anxiety. After what seemed only fantasy, hope is rekindled that love is not just for everybody else. Not all guys are losers, nor every woman crazy. Gone is the fear of dying alone.