About eight years ago, I was putting my son to bed when he shared the news that his friend was relocating because his parents had decided to separate. My daughter, in her cozy pajamas, was nestled with a book in the corner of the room, where we always read bedtime stories together. “That’s unfortunate, sweetheart,” I replied, trying to keep the mood light. “He’s just moving to a nearby town, and we’ll make sure to stay in touch, okay?”
As my son nodded in agreement, my daughter suddenly asked if we would ever face the same fate—if their father and I would get divorced. In that moment, I was transported back to my own childhood, recalling a similar moment when I had posed that very question to my mom. “Never,” she had assured me confidently. “We’ll always be married.”
Three years later, my parents divorced, and we left our family home behind. So, when my daughter asked me that scary question, I paused for a brief moment. I didn’t want to make a promise I couldn’t keep. Yet, deep down, I believed my response would hold true for all time. “Never,” I declared. “We will be married forever.”
I scooped her into my arms, and by the time we reached her room, she was sound asleep, her small arms wrapped around me. That conversation has haunted me since my separation. I wished she would forget that promise I had made. But she hadn’t. Just the other day, as we drove to the mall, she brought it up again.
Eight years had passed, and the topic resurfaced. I could sense her apprehension, and I felt it too. I turned off the radio, knowing I needed to handle this conversation carefully. That night long ago, I had expressed what I believed wholeheartedly—that I would remain married to their father forever. I wanted them to know how deeply I loved him, from our wedding day to the births of each of them, and especially on that day when she asked if we would last.
Without delving into the painful details, I explained that people evolve, and sometimes, love can wane. It’s natural for individuals to grow apart, leading to a choice to part ways to preserve one’s identity. “It doesn’t mean I am bad, and it doesn’t mean your father is bad. We simply recognized what was best for our family,” I reassured them.
I shared how hard we had fought for our marriage. It’s not an overnight decision to end a relationship; it’s a long, arduous journey where the feelings of others often take precedence over your own. You invest time and effort, wrestling with doubts before finally making the choice to let go. You truly give it your all.
“I don’t care if you choose to marry,” I told them as we drove. “What matters is that you forge meaningful connections with those you love. If you ever feel like you’re losing a part of yourself in a relationship, give yourself permission to address it.”
Then, I made a heartfelt request: “Please don’t let your father and I’s divorce deter you from seeking genuine love. We shared something beautiful, and we worked hard for it. Just because our marriage ended doesn’t mean we failed.”
They listened quietly, and when I asked if they understood my message, they nodded. I felt confident that this conversation would stick with them, just as the earlier one in my son’s room had.
As I turned the radio back on, I glanced at my daughter in the rearview mirror and caught her leaning against the window, smiling.
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In conclusion, it’s essential to communicate openly about relationships, the complexities of love, and the importance of self-identity. My hope is that my children can find their own paths to meaningful connections without the shadows of past experiences holding them back.