But life and its natural consequences tells you that 2nd time unions
fail miserably*. Could it be that when humanity follows its own rules and not the rules given to us for happiness–“whoever marries a divorced woman commits adultery”–it leads to chaos and despair?
If there was a marriage, the CC has no power to “pronounce an annulment”.
Hi, PR. Haven’t talked with you for awhile. I hope you don’t mind if I jump into this discussion about divorce and remarriage.
I’m sad to say that I have been twice married and twice divorced. Things became unbearable in my first marriage, and I moved out with my son, who was about 3 years old. I never dreamed the marriage would end in divorce. I thought separation might jolt my husband enough to go to counseling and work things out. Long story short, we divorced–I’m the one who filed.
Six and a half years later, I remarried. When I told my first husband that I was going to remarry; he broke into tears–which is not like him. I’d scarcely seen him shed a tear in all the years I’d known him. My second marriage lasted only 3 years. By the time I asked him to move out, I feared for my son’s safety and I feared for my life. He lied about so many things; I truly felt like I had exchanged vows with a “persona” he created.
Soon after I remarried, I began having dreams about my first husband. In every dream, I felt like I had betrayed him by remarrying. The dreams continued throughout the marriage and I was truly haunted by them.
After the second divorce, I wondered if there was any possibility of reconciling with my first husband; but he’d already met someone and three months later, he remarried. That turned out to be a nightmare for him; and he’s still in he marriage.
When I first heard about their problems, I started having dreams about him again. In some dreams, he would leave her and come back to me–but there was always turmoil in the dreams. And I started feeling guilty for dreaming that he left her for me. In one dream, I was walking through the halls of a hospital and found him there, very ill and alone. His wife had abandoned him. In that dream, I told him not to worry–that I would take care of him.
A few months back, I was having lunch with my son, who is now 22. We talked about the divorce between his dad and me, and about our disastrous second marriages. I told my son that I never stopped loving his dad. He said his dad feels the same way. Then my son said, “Mom, I think you and dad are each other’s one love.”
I am fighting tears as I write this. My son was right. We are each other’s one love. I should never have divorced him. I should had found a way to get through the rough times.
So, this is my confession. This is a story with an unhappy ending; and I have no idea how to make it right.
Anna
P.S. I do attend an Episcopal Church.