Heartbreak is knowing that you’re not enough for someone you love. It’s knowing that no matter what, there is an evil force in their lives that will always win out.
It’s knowing that the person will never change until they want to do it for themselves. It’s knowing that sometimes it takes something so horrible to happen for that person to finally want to change for him/herself.
Heartbreak is knowing that despite how much two people may love each other, it’s just not enough.
It’s seeing your children crying, hurt and upset and knowing that there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s knowing that this really is for the best, even though it may not seem like it. It’s hoping that some day they understand and can forgive you for putting them through this.
Heartbreak is fearing that your boys will end up treating their wives this way, and that your daughter will find a partner who treats her this way.
It’s feeling so empty and alone (even though you’re not) because the place in your heart where the love from your marriage is supposed to be is empty.
Heartbreak is knowing that your husband is lying to himself and to you and that he may have feelings for someone else. But also knowing that you have felt the same way about others in the past.
It’s being in the position of even thinking about having to call the police on your husband. It’s walking into the ER and telling the front desk people that you fell. It’s having to tell the nurse and doctor that you didn’t fall.
Heartbreak is seeing your husband act so evil that you know it’s not him, but also knowing that there is no turning back…for you or for him. That even though things never went that far before, you know you can’t be one of those women who say, “Oh, that wasn’t him…I’m going to give him another chance.”
It’s knowing that there won’t be another chance. It’s knowing that you are choosing to tell a select group of people to help keep you strong and unwavering in your decision, even if it means their relationship with him is ruined.
A friend of mine told me that cars, money and houses are just things…not a reason to stay together, which of course is true but still a reality that people have to face. People say that divorce is hard and scary. I’m sure it’s hard, but I wouldn’t say I’m scared. I know I can work and raise my kids by co-parenting. It’s not scary, it’s sad. It’s sad to think of missed family holidays, missed moments together, knowing that you’re finally at a place in your life to celebrate (work, house, kids) and yet you can’t celebrate it with the person you started the journey with. That is heartbreak.