Lucy's father was married to someone else when I met him.
And so was I.
We were both "technically" married.
Never once when we met did we lie about our terminating marriages being a part of our life. We both had already asked for a divorce prior. Both miserable in our own skin and in our marriages.
The day I "MET" him. He had already left his family, in Michigan. I had been a HORRIBLE wife to my Husband at the time and ready to find a happy place. But, we no longer resided with our ex-spouses.
I never spent one day with him as the other woman. Not one. Even though, before our divorces weren't final, I was dating Lucy's father.
In fact, he was divorced quiet possibly a year before I was.
Now when relationships end there are two people's stories. I totally get that. There's a "truth" you take with you full of excuses of why your marriage ended. But truth is, your truth is the only one that mattered.
We carry around our truths, giving them away as we please. Sometimes we give them less frequently as a part of our story, than the truths of the real world.
I've never lied to anyone about the truth on how my relationship with my husband came about. But, realized I filled the conversation with excuses. Embarrassed that they might view me in an unpleasant light.
I was terrified of judgement. Terrified of those who take the bits and pieces said here and run with their own truths. I was terrified because of my husband's story.
But, today. Today that doesn't matter. Today that's all noise in a greater purpose of why I married my husband. There is no excuse I will give, because I don't have too!
How freeing is that!
I married my husband because we found each and fell in love. That's it.
I see muddy tracks where he had been. But, I saw love.
My mother in law told me a beautiful story about my husband as a small child. When his sister was born, he thought she was brought to this world for him to love. He loved so fiercely, his baby sister. He is still that man. They know.
Love. This man that fought so hard for his son's safety that he possessed full custody at one point.
Love. The love written in emails and letters saying how great a father my husband is/was. How his kids came first.
Love. The love 4 people (us, my ex and his new wife) put into the effort to raise our kids together. In creation to build something unique for the kids we parent on a daily basis.
Love. The only thing that Lucy knew in this life. Her whole life was summed up in
I get it. You may not agree with me. My marriage. My past. My love.
That holds no reflection on me. To me. Excuse me , As I proceed in love.