I am sharing my story that was published in the May 2016 issue of O, The Oprah Magazine.
Divorce can be lonely at times. I have to share the kids. They are not just mine. They are his too. I got them to myself (mostly) for four years. It was a tiring four years. A lot happened, but I was so busy. Miss those kids though.
At the time of my separation, I didn’t know how to talk to the kids about what was going on. I was afraid to tell them how I felt about it. I was happy, but felt guilty. I thought they hated me, as they had every right to do. They might think, “dad wasn’t such a bad guy.” I have different memories than they have.
The truth is very different. My son said to me last week, “there are three sides to every story, yours, theirs, and the truth.” I believe him.
I pray for anyone facing a trial in their marriage. If you need a miracle, I will pray for you. I believe He has the ability to turn misery into joy, but the faith has to be there.
I am praying for my own miracle. Months ago, I prayed for my relationship with an unbeliever, I had to break up with him, but I still love him. That was the hardest thing I have had to do in a while. I miss him. God, I don’t want to leave this Earth without knowing that he will meet me in Heaven. I hope someday we can get back together. I am praying for a big miracle for him. When I miss him, it is the one thing I can do that always makes me feel better.