I was one of the few people in my high school whose parents were not divorced. At times, as bizarre as this will sound, I felt left out because I didn’t get juggled between parents. I didn’t understand the blessing of stability.
But, my world was rocked at a very young age by divorce. My mom’s parents got divorced when I was a kid. I love my grandmother, but the sun rose and set on my grandfather. He remains the only man whose motorcycle I have ridden. I remember the scent of his cherry tobacco from his pipe. I remember the sound of his voice when he would walk in the front door of our house. I remember sitting awkwardly in my grandmother’s kitchen when he would come visit her house. I remember the color of the sky and the deep grief I experience when he died when I was seven years old. As if it were yesterday.
When I get married, I plan on being married until forever. I don’t want to be a statistic. I want to beat the odds. The thing is that way before I knew what the Bible says on the issue of divorce, I decided I would rather be single than ever divorce. My grandparents’ divorce tore me in half.
Divorce scares the crap out of me. Point. Blank. Period. I can use this as an excuse never to get married. Or I can face my fears and make a decision to work at marriage (one day) and not become a statistic.
One day….one day.