I Am Getting a Divorce
"How do ya know God is real?" - my son asked. I looked at him and I said because of the lady. The lady on the plane. "What do you mean?" he asked.
January the 8th ended with one of the worst fights I had ever had with her. You always know the end is coming. It starts out like a volcano slowly and ends violently. It probably started about five years ago when we started drifting apart. The ground began to crack in our marriage. That night was the last fight to end it all. I knew my kids could no longer see this dysfunctional relationship of a marriage that we had. They deserved better. Even if I knew it could possibly kill me. This was the end.
I left January the 9th on a plane. Following a catalyst of my heart to some other place. I was trying to escape from the past. The anger, sadness, and shattered dreams of my past life. That catalyst was miles away and thousands of miles away from here. Chance would have it that I would find her 2000 miles from here. My muse.
All that mattered at that moment was to escape. To be in her arms. To be with her forever.
I slept on the plane the whole time. When I left to depart the plane to begin my drive to her, the woman who had been quietly reading her bible looked at me. "He wants me to tell you something". I looked at her. "He wants you to know that he knows that you love your kids very much." My jaw dropped. "He wants you to know that your a good father". I could feel the tears swell in my eyes.
He knew and he was there.
January the 8th ended with one of the worst fights I had ever had with her. You always know the end is coming. It starts out like a volcano slowly and ends violently. It probably started about five years ago when we started drifting apart. The ground began to crack in our marriage. That night was the last fight to end it all. I knew my kids could no longer see this dysfunctional relationship of a marriage that we had. They deserved better. Even if I knew it could possibly kill me. This was the end.
I left January the 9th on a plane. Following a catalyst of my heart to some other place. I was trying to escape from the past. The anger, sadness, and shattered dreams of my past life. That catalyst was miles away and thousands of miles away from here. Chance would have it that I would find her 2000 miles from here. My muse.
All that mattered at that moment was to escape. To be in her arms. To be with her forever.
I slept on the plane the whole time. When I left to depart the plane to begin my drive to her, the woman who had been quietly reading her bible looked at me. "He wants me to tell you something". I looked at her. "He wants you to know that he knows that you love your kids very much." My jaw dropped. "He wants you to know that your a good father". I could feel the tears swell in my eyes.
He knew and he was there.
