Standing on the other side of a pseudo divorce, trudging through the muck that comes from a broken heart and home, and swimming through two years of full time college, working Mama, and single motherhood – I look at the wording “”just being a mom” and cringe. Because for me personally- for this Mama, for this career woman who toiled and fought to keep her “identity”, there is nothing more important than my role as their Mama.
Everyone knows that if you don’t have something nice (positive, uplifting, constructive) to say, you should say nothing at all. In some cases the good that unfolds from being completely honest far outweighs the safety one can feel in keeping family secrets, but this should be heavily weighed and does not come without a price. That being said, I have envisioned this exact post countless times in the last two years. How does one approach the subject of divorce? How does one preserve dignity and privacy while striving to be authentic? I found it hard to pen anything reasonable and fair while I was in the throes of heartbreak, while I was still in the relentless clutches of anger and bitterness. How could I make myself vulnerable in a post without divulging more than appropriate? So for the sake of benevolence (towards he and I both), I remained silent.