It was hard to believe that
this was the same man she
married. They had started
off so strong. They were told
that they were too young to
get married but they believed
that they were ready. Their
love was strong enough to
weather any storms that
would appear on the
horizon. Or so she thought.
Then the honeymoon was
over and the troubles began.
First there were little dis-
agreements here and there
then they evolved into
bitter quarrels which ended
in stony silence. They made
up after a while but the
damage had been done.
The love they once felt
for each other no longer
inhabited their hearts.
It was time to call it
quits. The love had gone
and bitterness had taken
its place.
There was no hope of reconciliation.
Divorce was the only course
of action. How she hated to
admit that everyone was
right. The signs had been
there before they got married
but she had ignored them.
Now, she was paying dearly
for her mistake.
She filed for the divorce.
How she hated divorce.
It was like a stain upon
her life. At age twenty-five,
she was a divorced woman.
How sad. How degrading.
She was the first member
in her family to be divorced
a distinction she would have
gladly not have borne.
Now she must return to the
single life. Single life as a
divorced woman. What a
frightening thought. She
packed her bags and stood
on the threshold, the open
door leading to a life, a future
without him. She would
face what was out there
and this time, she would let
wisdom guide her.
Wisdom is the principal thing; Therefore get wisdom – Proverbs 4:7
