divorced

Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.

The Loss in Divorce No One Talks About
I’m sitting in my car in the grocery store parking lot. It’s a gorgeous sunny day and I need to pick up kids’ school lunch items because, yasssss, my kids are going back to school full-time.
By ZUOJING5 years ago in Families
Frozen Heart of a Child
I was born in Houston, Texas. There are no frozen ponds in Houston unless you count the ice rink at the Galleria. If you ever get the chance to go to the ice rink at the Houston Galleria around Christmas you should. My dad designed the hanging string lights. At least that is what he told me when I was little and I believed him. There is a Stromboli and the kids and their parents skate around and fall down and try to skate again; pretending they are on a real frozen pond and not in the middle of a mall, in a southern city with a winter that boasts 70 degree weather, with real ice and dangling lights creating an ambiance and semblance of another longitude.
By Shay Morrow5 years ago in Families
Are Lies A Terrible Foundation For A Healthy Marriage
I knew my marriage was doomed before the wedding. Looking back, I knew before I proposed. The absolute first clue should have been that I knew Sasha was a pathological liar. I knew that before we started dating. I knew that before I’d even thought about dating her. And I didn’t care because I wasn’t marrying her for her, I was marrying her because I’d wanted to be a dad.
By Aaron Corey5 years ago in Families
Alberta
Dylan Summers stood in the dirt of what used to be a front yard, the plush green grass long since dead, listening as his prospective landlord set out the terms of the proposed lease.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Families
A Place of Healing
Zara looked at the house as she drove down the long gravel driveway. It did not look like much, but she had escaped and hoped she had found a place to continue healing. The pictures of the house online looked welcoming, even though the house was run down. The photos of the surrounding woods and mountains are what really drew her to this place. The river that ran by the house was peaceful and the bright yellow, orange and red marigolds planted around the house gave it a calming character. For some strange reason she was drawn to this place. Zara used to believe in her intuition and gut feelings, but unfortunately during her marriage, she had stopped listening to those sensitivities. Now that she was free, the trust in her instincts had come back slowly as she was learning to trust herself again.
By Zoie Park5 years ago in Families
Unexpected
Geraniums? Geraniums? Really? That’s what I picked to mark this occasion? What is wrong with me? In my opinion, they’re not very pretty and they don’t smell good so why, oh, why did I pick Geraniums? Roses, carnations, sunflowers, daisies: anything would have been better than geraniums-even marigolds-which are not on my list of favorite flowers-would have been better than geraniums. My favorite flowers are lilies and that’s the most popular flower for these occasions. Why not lilies? I have no idea.
By Susie Osborn5 years ago in Families
What nobody sees
In her mind's eye, the chestnut gelding was outstretched trying to reach the highest green pears, his neck straining upwards as the sun glistened on his silky coat, still thick with winter growth.
By Yvonne Campbell5 years ago in Families
Types of Unreasonable Behaviour for Divorce
When a couple decides that the time has come to part ways, there are many things to think about. Not only will they have to divorce, but they will also have to choose a reason for that divorce.
By Kerry Smith5 years ago in Families
On Love Street
Amber Sanchez, her brunette hair curling just above her blouse, top two buttons open, the hint of a pink embroidered bra underneath, is on my right; Cecilia Contreras, in a blue and gold UTSA tee shirt, is to my left. I am smiling, squinting, a slight sweat above my eyebrow.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Families
Tess and Teatime
It starts when you’re a little girl. A miniature plastic tea set, positioned atop a small table and child size chairs, dolls and stuffed animals as guests. A tea party, elegant and charming, all in the imaginary world allowed during childhood.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno5 years ago in Families
The Blue and the Grey
Note: Like me, my son Charles "Brian" Fortney was a writer. Brian passed away unexpectedly (from a brain bleed) at 33 on May 13, 2021. He wrote the following essay in 2011.
By Patty Doak Tydings5 years ago in Families
Something
Mom, please don't leave me here in the country with Dad. I want to go live in the city with you. Sweetheart, I can't take you now because you are about to start your last year in high school. I will be back for your graduation ceremony in nine months. You are welcome to come live with me at that time.
By Greer Collins5 years ago in Families