February Love Project: Day 14 - Marital Love

When our marriage finally ended, we had been trying for so long to save it that we became unrecognizable people. We were no longer friendly, not to each other and definitely not to ourselves. We had overstayed our welcome, and I think if it could have, our marriage would have kicked us out.

We did try, though, to a fault, to save our marriage. Chad came from a family of divorce, so he didn’t want to repeat the cycle. I came from a culture where you make it work no matter what. And God? How could I question God's plan?

Eventually, exhaustion turned into disappointment and disappointment turned into heartbreak, and heartbreak turned us into enemies. When you are enemies trying to raise children, no one, especially them, comes out unharmed. One of us had to find the courage to see past our own pride and to put our children first. I cannot say it was me.

Still, even after we separated, we tried. We were told to fight for our marriage, we were told to overcome, we were told to continue against all odds. What we weren't told and what no one really talked about was how to cope with the post traumatic stress of the destruction that we caused.

Neither one of us could move forward. All we could do was breathe within the space that we were in. Every time we talked about getting back together, the fear, the anxiety, the thought of how we used to be always came flooding back. And then, for me, the shame showed up, and it stopped me completely from even reaching out.

In my recoil, in the great amount of space that I now had, I had to face someone I never wanted to face, myself. I had to deal with my true intentions, my insecurities, and my self-loathing. From there, was where I learned to forgive, to accept my marriage for what it was, and to no longer fight to save it.

I did think about it. Perhaps we weren't meant for each other. Perhaps we weren't meant for marriage. Perhaps we didn't love enough. But that lonely tunnel only led to more unkind thoughts, and it minimized the love that we had for each other, even though we thought there was none left.

I am kinder now. Perhaps this is as far as we go on our journey together as husband and wife. Perhaps the only thing that our marriage needed to give us was to become parents to our children. Perhaps the only thing that we needed to be are friends to each other. And perhaps there is no lesson at all.

We are friends again. Although, I am grateful that we are for our children's sake, I am even more grateful that we are for my sake as well as for his. I see a future where we may not be so close, in proximity, as well as in friendship, and I do cherish this time that we have now to rebuild ourselves, separately and together.

Neither one of us are dating. I can't even fathom it. Chad talks about it, though, to which I roll my eyes and wish him luck. There's still a lot of pain there, even for him, who said, "First, I have to learn how to be by myself."

February Love Project: Day 13 - The Nature of Love

I'm not sure if it is in our nature to love. The one thing I know for sure is that it is in human nature to progress at whatever cost. Love is a concept that seems to live in the future, or to escape time. It seems to be slipping away even when we have it. This unattainable concept, a concept that we think binds us, it's a vehicle that drives us to accomplish things. We do things out of love. We chase love when we don't have it and when we have it, it moves us to look for something more. Even those who may not be looking for love, they still see a future or an alternate life where it may exist.

Love is not always happy. There is definitely a dark side to it. At times the torment of love, can make one reject it. I've often thought that to love someone can be like tethering yourself to that person, and I've always hope that it will be a kind person at the end of that rope. Although, I know that often that is not the case. I've recently learned, though, this new way of love: to love someone is to set them free. That is the nature of love that I have come to believe in. It's the kind of love where you don't chase it or yearn for it or where it motivates you or makes you a better person. To set someone free is to accept that they already are a better person and to recognize that they are whole within themselves without you.

February Love Project: Day 12 - Familial Love

I think this kind of love is the most confusing to me of all. I know that there aren't any guarantees that just because you're born into a family or you're related by blood that you are loved by that family. I have seen families who love each other so much that penetrating that bond can at times be astronomical, and I have seen families who cannot even begin to find compassion for their family member, let alone love them.

It is also without a shadow of a doubt that I know family can also be the ones who can do the most harm to you as well. And in those moments, how do you even begin to understand that love comes from that kind of hurtful relationship? Then of course that goes on to shape your entire idea of love, which is why pain and destruction can often times be found wrapped tightly around love.

I suppose it is true that familial love is the very first kind of love that we experience. Whether it is family by blood, by adoption, or by choice, that love that we so often take for granted does go on to shape who we love and how we love. Some spend a lifetime looking for that kind of love, while others spend a lifetime overcoming it.

The only thing I know for sure is that familial love, for me, is a lot like coming home. When I go home to visit my parents or my brothers or attend a big family event, it is me going home. Keep in mind though, I also am aware, that just because family loves you doesn't necessarily mean they like you. I suppose therein lies the conflict.

What I have come to learn, though, is that as time goes on people change, families grow, love breaks and love strengthens, and love redefines itself, as well as finds a way to redefine us as well.

If at the end of it all, my definition of family grows to include those who are related to me by blood as well as those who are chosen to be my family by choice, I hope that I may have very well learned what it means to love.

February Love Project: Day 11 - Friendly Love

I’ve had to learn over and over again how to appreciate my friends. I’ve lost a few of them over the years, some colleagues, others fair-weathered, and a handful of close friends. I’m just not that good at weathering loss.

Regardless of how those friendships ended, I eventually did find value in them. Some were just passing through. Those who stayed a bit came with a lesson. Those who stayed a little longer came with a purpose. And those few who stayed through it all, they came with a blessing.

I’ve only a handful of close friends, but that’s not for lack of trying. They don’t know each other, so I’ll never enjoy all of their company at once. I appreciate them more than they ever will know. Their superpowers are listening, understanding, accepting, engaging, and encouraging me along on this little journey of mine.

I hope your friends are as super as mine.

February Love Project: Day 10 - The Love of Animals

I've had two cats and one dog as animal companions.

Dogs are like children. Even though it may seem like they do not know how to express it, they always know exactly what you've done.

Cats could care less if you like them or not. But be careful if you don't, they know how to stalk you better than your obsessive ex.

I look at them and I just know. They can see right into the middle of my soul.

Sometimes when I look into their eyes it's as if they know all of the secrets of the universe, and other times I think the only secret they can possibly teach me is how best to eat, sleep, and poop.

Yet, I think they have taught me more about love than I could have learned from anybody else.

February Love Project: Day 9 - The Love of God

In March 2018, my sister died. In April 2018, my marriage ended. I remembered thinking that of course this was how things had to happen. When it rains it pours. I didn’t know which to mourn first. When I cried for one, I felt like I stole from the other. So I put the process on hold and I just tried to survive.

In October of 2018, after trying to be strong, after trying to hold on, after trying to withstand, it was too much. My life was a mess and I thought, perhaps God had taken the wrong sister. And in the dark, in that pit of lonely desperate despair, where your mind is more your enemy than it is your friend, I convinced myself that he did. It would be better for everyone, I thought, if I were dead.

The moment was quick. Popped the pills. Drank the bottle. Lied down. Remembered thinking, what did I do? Who do I call? My mind moved, but my body would not. As I circled down, I knew. This was my suicide attempt. And then I passed out.

When I woke up the next morning I knew that only God could have pulled me back from that. No matter what anyone says, no matter what you believe in, no matter who, I knew that it was God. I knew that it was he who was there for me.

When I finally called my therapist, she reminded me in the most compassionate way that she could: You cannot call for help when you're dead. I carry that with me now everywhere I go. I know that I might find myself there again, so I look for the triggers, I look for the signs. I pray to God: I know what you did for me. Thank you for always being there. I am humbled by your love, and I may need your help again one day.

In the aftermath of that desperate attempt, I knew that I had to make a choice. I needed me to move on, and so I chose to mourn. It was the end of my marriage. In the timeline of things, I knew that it died first.

2019 dropped me even further into despair, but it was the kind of despair that rises, the kind that looked for forgiveness, the kind that looked for peace. It was the kind where God granted me grace.

February Love Project: Day 8 - Choose Love

I am not the kind of person who loves unconditionally.
When tested, I will not always say the right things.
When you need me most, I may not always be there.
When it comes to love, I have lost more than I have won.

But through it all, through all of the conditions
Through all of the wrong things that I have said,
Through all of the times that I have walked away,
Through it all, I choose it. I choose love.

Everyday, it is my choice and I choose it.
It is not with conviction, it is not easily done.
But it is still something that I choose to do.
It is from the most conflicted parts of me, but I do.

I go there. I bring it back with me.
It is mine. It is my love to give.
It with all of those things above.
I choose it. That is how I love.