I'm going to throw caution to the wind and post this celebratory declaration of the one year anniversary of my divorce. This anniversary celebrates a passage of time in which I have not had to suffer verbal, emotional or physical abuse. My children now live in a house where they go to bed every night certain that they won't wake up to violence, rage or outbursts. In the last year nobody has told me that I was fat, clumsy, stupid or a b*tch. In our home, nothing has been thrown, broken, mutilated, or destroyed in a fit of anger. I have not had to duck, hide or passively apologize to neutralize a toxic situation. Nobody has disabled my car to keep me from leaving or made empty promises to manipulate me into staying. Perhaps divorce breaks God's heart, but I can't help but think that this metamorphosis of our family gives Him anything but joy.
A divorce marks the disentanglement of two legally joined parties, but if I'm honest, my heart was disentangled long ago. My life followed slowly, and what a life it is!