It’s common knowledge that the divorce rates in our country are hovering around 50% and have been for quite some time. Things don't seem to be changing much and the numbers and the feeling of being alone has been very real to me. I have watched over the years many of my friends have troubles in their relationships. I have talked to many, cried with some, and have watched first hand as dear friends were torn apart. It broke my heart to see this happening to them but even deeper in side me I was starting to feel like oh my goodness is this one day going to happen to me? What am I going to do if it does? Who am I going to lean on?
My mom and dad were a strong family. I came from a family that we were all tight. We all got together for birthdays, holidays, summers. We were all close. But as time and life passed so did people in my family. As we lost both of my grandmother's, an uncle, and my dad all pretty close in time the family gatherings changed. Now this all didn't change the fact that my own family was a little different from all the other families in my perfect little family. My family my mom had lost a child at birth and just months after his loss I was adopted. Then fifteen months after me my sister was born. It was the 2 of us for 10 years until my parents adopted a little boy. Three years later they adopted another boy into our family. I am telling you this so that you have a little background on my story that I came from strong roots where things generally were in my favor.
Stats aren’t completely clear, but it seems the risk of divorce goes up when one spouse is afflicted with any form of depression. The risk for divorce goes up 50% more when one spouse comes from a divorced home. The risk for divorce goes up again about 36% for adults who were sexually abused as children.
My husband, my rock, comes into our marriage with all sorts of baggage. His parents who are still married, but have history of abuse, depression, and were both raised in abusive homes. I know he didn't know that he was carrying these black marks and baggage into our marriage. I know a lot of you carry them as well. Still I hopefully plan to stay married, to honor my commitment to my husband, and to give my kids a loving home with a parent that is an example like I had. My dad was my amazing example to me. His walk with God, his love for his family, his love for others, and his love for life is something that I am so blessed everyday for having him share with me.
If you are one of my friends that has been divorced, separated, remarried please know I love you. I have always loved you. I wish more than life it self that you didn't have to go through what you did. I wish that you didn't have to hurt. I remember you pain, your frustration, your sense of loss. I know that God was with you and that you were in my prayers every day. I know things are not easy. I know it isn't easy to stay married.
So this is why I am fighting. This is why I have stayed strong and tried to go against the odds. I hope you will pray for us as we try to tackle this journey to repair and recovery. We hope that we continue to bring hope and light to our lives and others in our lives as well. So stay with me as we are on our journey.
My mom and dad were a strong family. I came from a family that we were all tight. We all got together for birthdays, holidays, summers. We were all close. But as time and life passed so did people in my family. As we lost both of my grandmother's, an uncle, and my dad all pretty close in time the family gatherings changed. Now this all didn't change the fact that my own family was a little different from all the other families in my perfect little family. My family my mom had lost a child at birth and just months after his loss I was adopted. Then fifteen months after me my sister was born. It was the 2 of us for 10 years until my parents adopted a little boy. Three years later they adopted another boy into our family. I am telling you this so that you have a little background on my story that I came from strong roots where things generally were in my favor.
Stats aren’t completely clear, but it seems the risk of divorce goes up when one spouse is afflicted with any form of depression. The risk for divorce goes up 50% more when one spouse comes from a divorced home. The risk for divorce goes up again about 36% for adults who were sexually abused as children.
My husband, my rock, comes into our marriage with all sorts of baggage. His parents who are still married, but have history of abuse, depression, and were both raised in abusive homes. I know he didn't know that he was carrying these black marks and baggage into our marriage. I know a lot of you carry them as well. Still I hopefully plan to stay married, to honor my commitment to my husband, and to give my kids a loving home with a parent that is an example like I had. My dad was my amazing example to me. His walk with God, his love for his family, his love for others, and his love for life is something that I am so blessed everyday for having him share with me.
If you are one of my friends that has been divorced, separated, remarried please know I love you. I have always loved you. I wish more than life it self that you didn't have to go through what you did. I wish that you didn't have to hurt. I remember you pain, your frustration, your sense of loss. I know that God was with you and that you were in my prayers every day. I know things are not easy. I know it isn't easy to stay married.
So this is why I am fighting. This is why I have stayed strong and tried to go against the odds. I hope you will pray for us as we try to tackle this journey to repair and recovery. We hope that we continue to bring hope and light to our lives and others in our lives as well. So stay with me as we are on our journey.
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