I'd like to paint you a picture, my friends. I'd like to paint a picture of my last few months which will explain the unintended hiatus I've seemingly taken.
For a moment, put yourself into my story. Become one with my thoughts and feel each heartbeat as they rise and fall, discontent and rebellious.
September 2014: Joy of joys! Lord, you have answered my most earnest prayer and softened John's heart to another child. How can my poor, miserable heart ever express the gratitude and awe I have for such a gift?
November 2014: Father, you have worked a miracle within my womb by working another in his heart. My thanksgiving and joy shall never end! You have vindicated my hope and proved my faith. This child is Your victory, and our families have rejoiced at this miracle!
March 2015: My God, my God, another little boy! A brother for Vincent! How my heart chirps in delight! News spreads like wildfire that another little prince is coming, and again it seems as if the whole world revels in Your gift of love. My heart and the hearts of those dearest to me echo endless psalms of joy.
March 2015 - 2 days later: Father... Father... no. My heart. I cannot reconcile the joy with the anguish. I'm exactly 20 weeks pregnant - halfway through this miraculous pregnancy - and satan slips in to snuff out my marriage. Divorce? Again? For shame.
April 2015: Lord, how do I find myself here? I am lost, wounded, bleeding. The doctors want me to take medicine for my blood pressure, but it could affect this miracle growing within me. However, if I don't take it, the doctors warned that I might not make it to term, affecting him just the same. What do I do, Father? What do I do? You would not have allowed me the gift of this child only to take him away, so I trust in Your Providence. I will not take it. As my heart is not strong enough to juggle this crushing betrayal, please take it and replace it with Yours. Use it to nourish this tiny child within me, because I've never felt more helpless in my life.
May 2015: Holy Spirit, I no longer trust him to be responsible. He's constantly saying one thing and doing another. We have to tell his parents because it's terribly unfair to allow them to continue thinking we'll be moving into their home. He promised he'd take care of it, but that was more than two months ago. You and I both know he is incapable of having this conversation on his own. He consistently fails to have ANY serious conversation with anyone. Thus, please facilitate it. Provide the means and I will acquiesce, no matter how much it tears at my heart.
May 2015 - Same Day: Geez, Holy Spirit, You work fast. I'm so incredibly anxious about this discussion that I can't stop shaking. It's all I can do to not vomit from the stress. Please send the Blessed Mother to embrace this poor child - calm me enough to remain stable for Nathan.
May 2015 - Same Night: Holy Spirit, comfort and protect his parents. I love them so much. So very, very much. It is unfair that he is putting them through this, and I feel guilty for being a party to it. I know it's not my fault, but I can't help but feel responsible for their heartache that now echoes my own. Comfort them.
May 2015: Oh Father, how do I not hate him? He admitted to lying about me - to his friends and to his family. He admitted to lying about his own feelings. He admitted to lying about wanting this innocent child within me. It's all I can do not to tear into him like a savage beast. Looking at him is enough to send my pressure spiking. My rose-colored glasses are gone. He is vile, repugnant. Any man capable of doing this to the woman carrying his child is no man at all.
I am angry with myself most of all. I married this man-child. I've always said the most important decision a woman can make is who she marries because that man will be an example to her children of what it means to be a man.
I have failed my sons. I have failed them in the worst, most heinous way possible. Forgive me.
June 2015: I'm nearing the end of pregnancy, Lord, and I'm constantly being told to rest. But how can I rest? My house has been made uninhabitable and my husband does not care that I am tripping over boxes and struggling to get things in order for the children. I am alone in this. Entirely alone. I cannot share this agony with anyone because I don't want anyone hating him as much as I am on the cusp of hating him. I don't want Vincent to hear negative things about his father - no matter how true they are. It is a fight not to hate every fiber of his being every waking moment. I want to rise above this disdain, but Lord, I cannot. He is revolting to me. His cowardice and selfishness physically repulse me. A viper is less vile.
June 2015: I ask him to clear the master bedroom so I can begin preparing to turn it into the nursery. He and I no longer need it, but our child certainly will. Instead of cleaning things out properly, he left this for me, Lord. This is what he left his heavily pregnant wife who was ordered on bed rest. The wife who was admitted to the hospital for pre-term labor twice on account of his atrocious behavior. The wife who STILL kept her mouth shut so he wasn't outed as the loathsome, selfish coward to his family and friends. The wife who was maligned for years - completely undeserved - by this repulsive excuse for a husband.
Again, Father, he is no man. Wild beasts do not act in such a manner. I know it is sinful, but God, I have no capacity for any emotion other than wrathful indignation. One day I hope to let this bitterness go, but I am incapable at this juncture. It is the only thing I have that keeps me going. I don't want to let it go, and I don't even feel the slightest remorse for that. One day I will beg Your forgiveness for my arrogance, but Father, today is not that day.
This room looks precisely how I feel. Ravaged, dirty, discarded. I close the door and will not open it again until the painters have erased this image, replacing it with the blank canvas that will become indicative of the future - Nathan's future. I allow my heart to break across the hall on Vincent's empty bed. I vow that this will be the last time I cry due to his father's utter stupidity.
July 2015: Nathan is to arrive soon and I am still mostly alone in my struggle, Lord. I feel alienated and forgotten. I'm angry and hurt and so worried about how this stress is affecting the boys. He still denies that his decision will have any noticeable effect on Vincent. This enrages me to the point of a blinding fury. Heaven forgive me, but I feel capable of murder when he willfully blinds himself to the inevitable pain he will wreak upon his own sons - all so he can spare himself the guilt of his own failings. Father, I can accept sins against me, but these children?! Father, I beg of you - justice! I know it is a terribly sinful thing to pray for vengeance, but I'd be lying to You if I said I didn't want him to feel the full weight of his actions.
July 2015: Nathan is coming, Lord. He's coming and I'm so ill-prepared. I feel I've failed him already and he's not even in my arms. He deserves to have an intact family, but instead, he's getting this sorry excuse for a family. He's getting a broken home where he should have been welcomed into a stable, loving environment. How I despise the selfish coward responsible for this! And yet I allow him - against every instinct within me - to be present for his birth. He is not worthy of such a gift, but I allow it anyway. Not for his benefit, but for my mother's. She is still unaware of John's treachery, and I don't want to burden her with such heartbreak... not when there is joy to be had in welcoming her newest grandchild. Please give me the strength to not revile him while in the midst of labor, hormones and utter vulnerability. Bind my lips, Lord. Bind my lips!
July 2015: My sweet, sweet Nathan has arrived. I am overcome with a plethora of emotions, all of them fleeting as if playing tag with one another. I feel denied my own happiness. This child - this gift - was supposed to be 100% joy. Instead, I am wracked with depression, anxiety and utter sadness that his little world has been tarnished by such savage narcissism. Father, I still trust that You've got a reason for all of this, but I no longer care. Not right now. Maybe someday, but certainly not now.
I know it is not You that wants this. I know that evil was incensed that You worked such a victory within John. That evil worked double time to undo that which You laid out. It's working hard at me, too. Thus far, it's winning, and I am content with that for now. I welcome it. Forgive me for the blackness of my soul, but Father, I welcome the abyss. I want it. I daresay I even need it. Forgive me.
August 2015: Ugh, God - my priest friend keeps asking if I'll ever accept John back. John's wonderful mother asked if there was hope. My heart yells out NO! NO, NO, NO!
He could come crawling back and a thousand times I'd want to curb him with a soccer cleat.
He has destroyed our family, laid waste to my heart, and set a horrible, HORRIBLE example for the boys on what it means to be a man. To take him back would teach them that it's perfectly okay for men to treat women as their father treated me. It would teach them that it is perfectly acceptable to commit unthinkable, unspeakable acts of cowardice and selfishness because, in the end, women will always take the abuse. What a horrible lesson.
So why are you whispering to me, Holy Spirit? What are You saying? That I, too, commit unspeakable, selfish acts against You? That You are willing to forgive me? Stop it, Holy Spirit. This isn't the same thing. You have to forgive. You have no choice but to forgive. You are God. You are Holy. You are Love fully personified... DEIFIED. I am but a miserable mortal who cannot chew back the bile when I look at this person I vowed my life to. He has disappointed me in ways unimaginable, and no - while I know I am called to forgive him, I cannot. I will not. And if that throws my soul into mortal sin, then so be it. I am sick of trying to do the right thing only to be scourged anyway.
I deserve so much better than he has given, and even knowing that, I upheld the vows I made because those vows MEAN something to me. But it's clear now that those vows didn't mean anything to him, so why should I bother extending to him anything but the contempt he so deserves? I'm halfway through the annulment paperwork and he still hasn't bothered getting paperwork together for the divorce yet. I'm not playing games anymore. I'm sick of being the mat he scrapes his mucked up boots on. He made the decision to divorce and I'm not holding his hand while he figures out what that means.
September 2015: I need to start looking for work, Lord. When John and I moved forward with having another child, it was with the understanding that I'd take a year off to be with the baby just as I'd done for Vince. Divorce is not cheap, and neither is health insurance. Thus, I am being forced to seek work while struggling with postpartum depression and no sleep. Awesome! And Lord, I swear to You that if I hear him complain again about how tired he is when he sleeps soundly through the night, I might actually take a tire-iron to his windshield. I won't be seeking absolution for that, either.
October 2015: Well, Lord, You found me a wonderful job to make lemonade out of the lemons John keeps kicking out. Kudos on that one. However, I'm still not feeling this whole forgiveness thing. I can't even offer you the unforgiveness like I once did for my sister. At least with her, I saw some semblance of good. With him? I can't see any redeeming qualities. His humor now seems juvenile. His fiscal responsibility comes off as him trying to buy his integrity and honor. His fun-loving antics with Vince only highlight the complete lack of care he seems to show Nathan. I see NOTHING good in him. He is a cesspool of filth.
And DANG IT, Holy Spirit, would you stop it already with the whole "I forgive you" shtick?! I don't want to hear it. Stop calling me to be a better person, because, damnit, I don't want to be. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness and he sure as hell doesn't deserve Yours.
But damnit, You just wanna keep reminding me that I'm wholly unworthy of Your forgiveness, too. I don't care. I don't CARE, God. Do you get that? I don't care.
And here is where I cry, Lord, because you know I do care. For all the bitter words I cast Your way, You know I care and You know how much I need Your forgiveness. I know I don't deserve it, which is probably why I shirk it, but I know how necessary it is. I'm just not there yet. I can't ask for it because I'm not sorry for how disgusted, angry and vengeful I feel towards him. I know I need to let go of that and be a beacon of Your love, but there is no room for that love right now because I've willingly allowed the darkness to move in and set up shop. I don't know how to shove it out. I think I want to; I know I need to. I just don't think I'm willing to give up the only steel I have left.
And when I think of how much I'm being forced to give up because of his selfishness, how much the kids lose out because he wants to chase unicorns and be a perpetual frat boy... the anger engulfs my logic and I refuse to work past it. His selfishness is forcing me to place my infant son into the arms of strangers so I can start work. His arrogance is forcing me to give up daily chats with Vince's teacher where we'd come up with strategies to ease his transition into school. His outright selfishness is forcing me to miss out on so many things for my two boys that it drives me almost insane. And none of this matters even remotely to him because none of this ever mattered to him. Again, my heart falls into itself with guilt for marrying such a selfish monster and breaks with the knowledge that there's no way to shield my children from the effects of this. No matter what, they are negatively impacted by splitting time between families, missing parents at events, and not seeing what a stable, loving relationship is supposed to look like between their mother and father. What a vile, perverse thing he has done to these children... to me. God help me, this is why I cannot forgive right now. There is too much abhorrence.
October 2015: Lord, You keep at me with this whole forgiveness thing. It makes me incredibly mad that You want me to forgive this POS when he doesn't even see anything he's done as remotely wrong. He. Doesn't. Deserve. Forgiveness.
And here You are telling me I don't, either. And You're right. I don't. But I miss You in the Eucharist. My yearning for You has not yet outweighed my disgust for him, however. Therein lies my Purgatory. Will my desire for You burn out before my disdain for him, or will my desire for You grow to engulf and obliterate the misery he created? My heart wants You, but my brain demands blood. Wait for me in the Tabernacle.
November 2015: I've noticed that he's attempted to be more active in Nathan's life. He's stepped up with Vincent. He still barbs me with thoughtless, careless comments, but at least he's not completely ignoring responsibility. Poor Vincent knows now and has taken to soiling himself, Father. I know that's a normal response to anxiety in a child, but Lord, I don't know how to help him. Please help him. Please, I beg of you, please. Help him understand that he is loved beyond measure. That no matter how confused and scared he feels, love is stronger, bigger and more capable of tackling his fear than he realizes. Help John and I to do better by him.
And I know, I know. Forgiveness is key to this. The way I can be the best mother to the boys is by letting go of the bitterness I carry towards their father. I'm so busy being angry with him that I allow myself to focus on that rather than appreciate the joy they bring. Every time I think of forgiving him, though, I get mad because he doesn't deserve to just go about his life free from repercussions. It drives me insane that friends and family pretend that nothing has happened. They keep treating him like he HASN'T lied to them, betrayed his vows, left his wife and dismantled his children's stability. How can that be? How can they continue to tolerate his presence? How can they not stand up and rebuke him?
Because it's so much easier to ignore. Because society teaches us not to stand up for what's right because what's right is no longer objective. What's right is whatever one feels on any given day, so why bother telling someone else that what he's doing is objectively wrong?
This sickens me. I've had three friends come to me seeking advice on divorcing their spouses, and all three times I've doled out tough love. Three times I spoke up to defend the marriage they sought to cast aside. I believe in marriage. I see the goodness it offers. People are so quick to throw away what they have because they're constantly looking for something better. I seek to recognize the good, and I encourage others to recognize the good. Where are those encouraging John? They are silent, each inwardly praying they don't someday face the same threat. The truth, though, is that each and every relationship - no matter how strong - will someday face this test. Someday, they will all be given the choice to work hard or give up. I will ALWAYS be the voice cheering them on and telling them they can do it. I will always seek to support marriages because (unless there is actual abuse occurring) marriage can and should be salvaged because it is precisely by reconciliation that both people grow and find a deeper, stronger love.
But no one wants to be that voice for my marriage, so I have shouldered this responsibility on my own. At least it really feels that way. And since my words mean nothing to this farce of a man, I end up lashing out in frustration. And then I get mad at myself for even bothering because I can't even stomach his presence, so why the heck would I want to defend a marriage I don't want any parts of?
Because this marriage isn't about him. It's not about me, either. It's about FAMILY and growing closer to You. I know You get your kicks out of growth via fire, but Lord, the fire can consume, too. Make it hot enough, and the iron will break rather than temper.
I'm breaking, Lord. I'm breaking and no one seems to care. But still I try. My heart won't allow me not to try. My heart won't allow me to pretend that this is right or just or okay. It's NOT right. It's NOT just. It's NOT okay, and I can't enable him to continue being a perpetual teenager by my silence. I just can't. Their silence enables him which is such a deep, deep betrayal to me. Their silence says "Gina is not someone worth defending against such treachery. Gina's children are not worth defending against such irresponsibility."
Tonight, December 1, 2015: Advent, Lord. I am supposed to prepare for You, but I don't know that I really want to. It's too soon. Plus, You keep hitting me with forgiveness themes. I want no parts of it. I want NO PARTS of it. I might be able to forgive him for what he's done to me. In the past, I've readily forgiven him for the countless ways he trampled over my heart. I'd forgiven him long before he asked. I'd even gone out of my way to respond to him with love and compassion when I was struggling to process a miscarriage he was happy for. But my children? My sweet, innocent children? How do you expect me to forgive him for the life he is creating for them? The example he is giving to them?! This mountain is too much. Gandalf is before me, and he seems pretty confident that I shall not pass.
NO NO NO.
Don't You dare leave me here with the Blessed Mother, God. Don't do it! I know where this is going, and I don't appreciate it.
I watched my Innocent Son be slaughtered on the Cross as ransom for your sins, my child. I know what it is to extend forgiveness and love even to those who hurt your children.
Walk with me. I know this suffering well as it is close to my Sorrowful Heart. If you will not offer your unforgiveness to the Father, offer it to me and I will untie this knot in your soul.
Great. How am I supposed to argue with Our Lady, God? I can't argue with her. NO ONE can argue with her. Even Jesus backed down when she pressed Him at Cana.
I'm sorry, Blessed Mother. You're right. Of course you're right. I'm actually really ashamed of myself for thinking that my grudge-mountain is anywhere near the scale of yours. You had every right to turn your back on humanity for not only slaughtering your Son, but continuing to gleefully roll around in our sin like pigs in mud. Yet still you embrace us as your own. Still you seek to call us to Heaven. Still you encourage us to be who God meant for us to be.
I surrender. Take my unforgiveness. And what's this? As I reach my hand up to offer you this black bag of shame, I feel your hand reaching back for mine. You weren't kidding, huh? You have every intention of walking with me as you untie the knot in my soul.
Oh, for shame. Forgive me all the more for turning my back on this Love. May your example become the example I give to my own children. To John.
12/1/2015 11:18:07 pm
Oh, Gina. Please know that you and your boys are in my prayers. I am so sorry.
12/2/2015 12:00:46 am
Oh, my heart is hurting so much for you and your boys. Someone with so much faith and love and respect of marriage doesn't deserve this, and you've been so strong this whole time not letting anyone see it and your babies are blessed to have a mama who will defend them against garbage and disrespect the way you have. I can't even find the words to say what I'm thinking, just know you are in my prayers and I'm here if you need anything.
12/2/2015 08:24:26 am
I am literally in tears. This is why I stopped blogging. I went through this too with my husband (though I wasn't pregnant), and was so ashamed - I felt like I was the one who failed literally beyond any power I had to explain. You are so brave, Gina. Thank you for saying this. You give me strength too, through your stubborn, stubborn soul.
12/2/2015 08:30:53 am
My heart breaks for you and your boys. Please know you all are in our prayers. I am amazed at your strength and faith. God and the Blessed Mother will see you though this.
12/2/2015 12:29:08 pm
Also, my dear - you need to cut yourself a break. Forgiveness is a process, not a singular event, particularly when there's more than the singular event *to* forgive. Right now, just at this moment - the fact that you can even entertain the concept is nothing short of a miracle, particularly when the offending (and offensive) individual does not desire it. Just... get through each day as best you can, with as much grace as you can, and count each as a victory *of* Grace. Once you get into that rhythm, the rest will come.
12/7/2015 02:28:36 pm
I had a feeling something was wrong. I don't know what to tell you about forgiveness but right now I hope you're looking after your health. You've been through two of the most stressful events in an adult's life on top of each other.
12/19/2015 02:52:29 am
Oh, Gina! I had no idea! I am so, so sorry. I will keep you all in my prayers. This is overwhelming and so much to bear. You are so close to Our Lady and that will serve you well on this painful journey. xoxoxo
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