Written By @RRROBYN on X

I can tell you as a person with divorced parents, it just never gets easier either. The way it’s hard just changes. It used to be that there was always the feeling that something was missing on every birthday, Christmas, and life milestone. The sadness permeated my childhood and adolescence, not because I hated my parents for divorcing, but because I loved them so much. I still do. Wondering who I might be, how I might have been a better person and more successful had I had the input of both of my parents in my developmental years. Had I not been distracted constantly by the suffering of always missing someone dear.

Now, it’s quality has shifted because I am a mother myself. Explaining the details to my children is challenging, as they are so young, and I don’t want them to be burdened with even the knowledge that divorce exists. But step grandparents and noticing that my mom and dad live in different places is unavoidable. The ripple effect of divorce doesn’t stop with the children. It continues on into the lives of grandchildren too.

I am lucky that despite the awkwardness of this situation, my parents are loving and involved grandparents who adore their grandchildren endlessly. But as a mom, I still carry the longing to know how it might have been different for them too and what advantages in life they missed out on as a result.

There is almost no burden I can think of that I would not endure to make sure my husband and I stay together until death. Knowing I would feel this way, I was HIGHLY choosy and slow to find a husband and thankfully, this helped me find a 10/10.

Even still, my “happiness” is an absolute triviality in comparison to their well being, and I feel blessed to be in a marriage where divorce is never even on the table. Where the cycle of broken homes will end with me.

Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
Matthew 19:6

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