Finding Freedom in Forgiveness

A college graduate, a graduate student, married, and a new mother by 24 one could easily say I had a full plate. Madly in love with both my son and my husband, and fortunate enough to be a stay-at-home-mom, I was in love with my life, or what I perceived to be my life.

My husband and I met very young. He was seventeen and I was eighteen. We had little in common, and yet we fell madly and deeply in love with one another. Our relationship survived some trying times including moving across country and back, all four years of my undergraduate career, and a devastating miscarriage that nearly destroyed me. Naive as I was, I believed us to be indestructible. Little did I know what life had in store for us and our future.

Married at twenty-two, pregnant at twenty three, and a brand spanking new mom by twenty-four, I thought I had it all figured out. My husband was, admittedly, a hard worker whom did whatever it took to support our son and myself; allowing me the privilege of staying home with our baby boy and experiencing the once in a lifetime joys that come with witnessing all the “firsts.”

Soon though, things began to change. They seemed to change slowly, or maybe I just ignored them and chose to recognize them slowly as a coping mechanism? When my son was just two years old I discovered my husband was struggling with a serious prescription pill addiction. He admitted his problem, and immediately sought the help he so desperately needed. I stood by him, never for a minute considering any other option. I loved my husband, the father of my child, my teenage sweetheart. Surely we could get through this “little problem.”

Upon his return from treatment more and more was revealed. Not only had he been struggling with addiction, but there were girls. Many, many girls. It was as if he was living a double life. On one hand he proclaimed to be a dedicated father and husband, and on the other he was abusing prescription pills and philandering with more girls than I care to know of.

Months passed and soon a year had passed and nothing changed. For a while I tried to convince myself I could continue living the way we were for I was so in love with my son I was just grateful to be home with him, and I knew if I left him I would be forced to return to the workforce and place my now toddler in preschool. Then it happened; my ah-ha moment. My beloved grandfather had been on hospice for a week and we all knew it was only a matter of time. I received the worst call of my life from my grandmother very late one mid-May night. I immediately called my very late from work husband, desperate for solace and support. He forwarded my calls all night, only to stroll into the house around three in the morning claiming his phone had died. This was incredibly absurd as he was listening to his iTunes on the very phone he claimed to be “dead.” In that moment, I knew we were over. My grandfather may have been gone but my husband was dead to me. I never wanted my son to look at his father through my eyes, and I knew he would should we have stayed together. Shortly after our separation I received a call from an unknown girl who revealed she had been carrying on a relationship with my husband, unbeknownst to me. She wanted to congratulate me for leaving him, for apparently he had created a completely false identity to her. She refered to him as a sociopath. I politely asked that she never contact me again. At the end of the day, she was still my husband’s mistress and I had no interest nor need for her apology nor congratulations.

The divorce was brutal. He was brutal, I was brutal, it was awful. I fought long and hard for the only thing that mattered to me, sole physical and legal custody of our son. After three long years, I finally won. I hate even using the word won, for there truly is no winner in divorce. My son lost his father and I lost who I thought was the love of my life. Nobody won, but I felt confident my son would always be well-loved and cared for and that was my priority.

It’s been nearly four years now and my son hasn’t seen nor spoken to his father in nearly two years. As a matter of fact, since our initial separation, I can count on my hands how many times  my son has both seen and spoken with his father. This consumes me with guilt. Maybe I could’ve done something different to make things better for my son? I’ll never truly know the answer to this but what I do know is that I was a dedicated and loving wife who would’ve moved mountains to save our marriage.

My ex-husband is completely absent. He doesn’t support our son financially or spiritually. How could he when he doesn’t bother to even speak to him? He’s missed more holidays, birthdays, and milestones than I care to recount, and my now eight year old son is more than aware of this. I continually remind him that the loss is his father’s and his father’s alone; he has done nothing wrong.

My ex-husband’s deplorable and inexcusable behavior is certainly ammunition for anger. But I decided a long time ago to let go of my hurt and anger. Had we never met and been married our son wouldn’t have been born, and our son has completed me in a way I didn’t know possible. My ex is who he is and I once loved him very much. I’m grateful for our marriage and even our divorce because it taught me more about myself than any college course I ever attended. I actually hope some day my ex-husband finds peace within himself. He is the father of my child, and I refuse to hate him.

My son and I have been Blessed with a wonderful man, whom is my now husband and one of the best men I’ve ever known. I’m thankful everyday that my son is learning to be a man from him, and I’m honored to be his wife. We have a wonderful life that we never would’ve had we not gone through what we did with my ex-husband.

“Hate cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.” I wish my ex-husband light for my son’s sake if nothing else.




13 thoughts on “Finding Freedom in Forgiveness

  1. Hopefully your son will begin to see his step-father as the appropriate father figure. I wish you the best. And kudos for having the courage to fight, because there’s no way to tell if your son would have been safe on his care.

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  2. Your strength and dedication to the well being of your son over all things is so admirable! You are fantastic at expressing the deep emotions of what you’ve been through.

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  3. My heart feels overwhelmed and tears pour out when I see the lives of some women around me. And I do not feel like this on why their lives are difficult, I feel this for the strength that they display despite of it. One can never match the sheer courage they show in every single moment of their lives. Hats off for being such an Inspiration.

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    1. Wow, thank you. I’m touched. I’ve never considered myself courageous or even an inspiration. I just had a little boy I was determined to protect and we were both lucky enough to have the unconditional support of my family, whom stood by us every step of the way. My now husband has been an ispiration for me, I will say. A single, twenty-something taking on a wife and child, giving up his single, nearly responsiblility free life in the city and proving to be a wonderfulo father, with no training, along the way! Thank you, again. Sometimes we need to be reminded that our struggles matter.

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  4. What a brave young lady you are. Bravo for hanging on and making it through. It appears you kept your eye on the light at the end of a very long tunnel. What an inspiration, and a virtual mentor for other young women struggling to pull themselves up and out of darkness. Forgiveness isn’t easy, but necessary if we want to live our highest and best lives. I suspect you’ve done it for your child, and hopefully for yourself and your new marriage. Old baggage away…it’s a bright new day!!!

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    1. Thank you so much. It was a diffucult decision for me to bare my soul. I’m glad I did though, it was so cathartic for me. I know it was the right thing for my son as well. Thank you, again. I appreciate your kind words!

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      1. That’s fine. I am coping being a single mother of four. I’m sure, the right one for me is waiting, somewhere in this planet and somehow, someday, we’ll meet and life would never be the same. Thank’s!

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