My ex and I separated right when the COVID lockdowns hit.
Completely isolated, I had the unique (and God given) opportunity to evaluate my decisions.
After some time separated, with the absence of anger and strife, one begins to question his judgement. Remembering the good times, exclusively.
Was I just leaving a difficult situation?
But I found I would prefer a life of loneliness than to return to the friction that defined our marriage.
In February of 2020, when my ex and I told our youngest daughter we decided to split up, she said she wanted that since she was twelve years old.
Ten years prior to that, I thought I needed to get myself and my girls away from this woman, but thought the problem was me. If I could just love good enough, I was told.
Basically, if I could be as good as God, everything would fall into place.
Then I realized I m not God.
I had no power to change hearts, and women weren't granted the defacto status of princesses.
In fact, naturally speaking, every one is a pig. And pearls cast before swine are trampled.
We split. And both of us are the better for it.
Still, it is better to marry than to burn. If separation is justified, so is remarriage.
One may be maimed and limping into heaven, but better there than winding up in hell even after adherence to the letter.