Grief

grief

/ɡrēf/

noun

1. deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone’s death.

Prior to going through a divorce, grief is not a word I would have used to describe a break-up. I have had my heart broken numerous times, and I have felt deep sorrow after losing family members to death. However, a divorce is death—death of a marriage that was a lifeline, a dream and future set for not only myself but our children—a death that is hard to grieve properly. As grief seems to do, it comes in waves and at the most unexpected times.

This past week, I vacationed with my children in the DFW area with the person I have been dating for awhile now. During our vacation, the grief snuck in and brought shadow days filled with a deep anger and sadness for me. It ruined the mood and my partner was lost as to why I was acting… off.

We were having a great week. It was so fun! My guy planned the entire week out and was doing all kinds of fun stuff for me and my children. Then, it hit me. The longing to be a family. The realization that no matter what he does right, it will never be the same as if it were their dad, me, and them. The happy memories of us being a family flooded in and I remember the good things and how great of a dad my “ex”-husband can be with them. The guilt of me leaving the situation and my kids suffering for my choices. The life we now live. Overwhelming emotions of anger, bitterness, sadness, and jealousy raged through me for three days. It all started by my son doing his normal not listening and having a tantrum for not getting his way. In these moments, I feel so alone and unsupported. Then, the doubt creeps in that I left a marriage (for many reasons) that I felt like a single mother always making the decisions and dealing with big things on my own without much support and for what? To be a single parent? Then, the thought crept in that if I am with someone, they should love my kids like they are their own and be here to support me, or is that too much to ask? All going through my head what’s the point of not being with their dad if the result is the same?

1) I beat myself up for thinking perhaps I have too high of expectations which my “ex” always told me. 2) I questioned if we need to reevaluate our relationship and how he fits into the picture with me and my children. What is his role? What role is he wanting to play? They have a dad, yes, but if he loves me as he says he does, why do I feel like I’m alone and drowning in the depths of motherhood?

After 2 days of dwelling on these thoughts, the happy memories, the anger and sadness of going through a divorce, and evaluating my expectations and current relationship, I came to the conclusion that I have a lot of healing to do. I am still processing the death of a marriage. I am still lost when I try to picture a future. I still love the idea of being that happy family and I am still grieving the loss of that reality. The conclusion and pill that I have to swallow is that whether I’m alone, married to their father, or with someone else, the burden of motherhood (all the good and bad, happy and sad, stress and grind) is mine and mine alone to carry. I am their person. Their safe space. The one who will love them no matter what and who has been there for them since day 1 no matter what. I will never forget being alone in the hospital with my 3 week old baby girl not sure if she will be okay and her father, my beloved husband at the time, refused to be with us and I was there alone with her. Our bond is so strong. I have always been there for my children and never had to be begged to do so. The burden of motherhood is exhausting and lonely sometimes, but the joy it brings is indescribable. My children are my world and I am having a hard time finding out how to fit another into it. The dream and picture I had painted for my future has died, and now, I am not sure what it holds. Some days, I think death of a person is easier to understand and process than a death of a relationship. The guilt of divorce being wrong and feeling like a failure can torment you. The sadness and loneliness of losing a best friend. I think it was a rough week for me because Tuesday May 23, 2023 would have been our 8th wedding anniversary. We are still legally married, and my children are very confused about why mommy and daddy don’t love each other anymore. I would not wish this on anyone, and days that the guilt and grief hit hard, I am tempted to make amends and try to make it work.. until I remember why I left and that love is more than that. I am worthy of more and my children deserve to know true love, joy, and hope.

This was a difficult thing to try to explain so I told my partner that I can’t talk to him about it or why I was in a mood because he won’t understand. There is no way to deliver this without it coming off… wrong. I was spending much of the time in my head and reflecting on the past 8 years of my life and the 2 years prior to being married that I spent with my “ex.” I also reflected on the old me before meeting Sean and what helped me get through day-to-day life. During the course of my relationship with Sean, my relationship with and belief in God dwindled. Sean went from being a believer, to telling me he never believed, and to us going to church but still not having that marriage built on a strong relationship with God. I think I need that relationship again and that trust to give my worries to Him again. I am not strong enough to get through this alone, and I know that my anxiety and depression will be better if I trust and believe again. Faith is what is missing from me, and I need it back. I am ready to be divorced. I am ready to forgive myself and love myself to be the mother that my children deserve. To carry the load of motherhood without resentment and disdain for others when I feel overwhelmed or alone. To empower myself to do it and stop thinking I need others to support me. I got this and I am not going to tell anyone what role to play. Step up or step out. Being with me is loving my children and supporting me, making my life as a mother easier, not harder or giving them things after I say no, being my person means understanding what it means to be with a mom.