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Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
Why Marriage Is Going Down And Divorce Is On The Rise
There was a time when people, my parents generation, married for life. "....until death us do part" weren't just the insincere words of an oath, they were words of a heartfelt promise that both parties had every intention of keeping. Not any more. These days it seems to be "....until I can see a clear advantage in not being with you any more."
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Families
Why I Stayed
13 years ago, I fell in love, we fought, we did not see relationships the same way, he liked to go out drinking still. 12 years ago, we married and had our first child, a beautiful goofy little girl when he told me I would be a stay-at-home mom, this meant cooking, cleaning, and taking care of a newborn all by myself while battling lupus which he claimed I either did not actually have or I was exaggerating about how bad it was.
By Kandice Weger-Herrera5 years ago in Families
On Being Invisible And In The Dark
Have you ever had a growing feeling that something in your life is amiss but you just don't know what it is? It's a collection of little signs which, individually in and of themselves, don't seem to mean much at all. And yet.....
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Families
MY STORY TO TELL
DIVORCE I lied, this is most definitely the shortest chapter, out of respect for my children, I am not focusing on this too much. As things with my mother really blossomed, things with Stephanie continued to sour. I was finally free from the depression and grief that hounded me after my father had passed away. I was running my own business, even though it was up and down on how well it was doing, I was still doing it. I was now a firefighter; I was in the best shape of my life at 34/35 and I was finally able to connect with my mother for the first time in almost 30 years. Things were good. I was for probably the first and only time in my life genuinely happy with myself.
By Mark Vinsant5 years ago in Families
Oh My Youth...Fleeting and Fast
As a kid, I was reckless. I ran and jumped and played hard, enjoying the thralls of my youth. Climbing trees, riding bikes, scraping my knees and hands at every turn. Falling down just to jump up and exclaim "I'm okay!" making the other kids worried and then laugh because I was never truly hurt. Having all the wonder of a kid, and putting it to good use with an imagination that never left me. I was just as creative then as I am now. My hair wild and my eyes wide, I would dive head-first into any adventure, no matter what that was. My sister and I used to frequently explore the woods behind our childhood home, one time finding a small cabin-like house and never knowing how it got there or how people got to it. There was a dog chained up outside of it and tire tracks next to it, but no sign of a driveway or any sort of path leading to it. We never found that house again, causing us to believe that maybe we had imagined it.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Families
How to support your child through divorce
A divorce, however amicable, is a change and change can be unsettling. Sometimes the uncertainty of change can be outweighed by the promise of benefits to come but from a child’s perspective, this is not likely to be the case with divorce, in fact, probably quite the opposite.
By Kerry Smith5 years ago in Families
The Only Scarf in the World, Most Beautiful
The Only Scarf in the World, Most Beautiful i Close your eyes: At first the child cannot distinguish in the early morning light whether the soft color at rest upon the sand is the discarded skin of fruit, worn cloth fingered expertly by some grandmother’s hand for the skull or a drift of shell surprisingly gold. Though he knows not yet the words, this child understands that the morning light, like confusion or stupor, is neatly democratic. The drunken green waves, the jade clouds, the juniper hills, the sage seawood, the parakeet heart climbing up his throat. Without question, he admits to himself that the golden object is all he needs this day, running before mother and father have awakened and particularly each moment, dazzling in the winds. In fact, it is a simple scarf, perfumed with a familiar scent, the color of spring pineapple freed from the night before. He entangles himself with as if made for his neck, but he intuits that it was meant for a woman and he bends, like willow or crabgrass in offshore breeze, bowing his body as he stares at the cloth, the sea, the sky and horizon calling and in that moment, this six-year old waits and listens. The world expands, in that moment, with the sea.
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Families
