Story Of A Divorce Single Mother
A Divorced Single Mother’s Reflection To emphasize the value of accepting our partners for who they are, flaws and all, I would like to share my story. I am 32 years old, and I married my best friend after six years of dating. We waited for him to graduate from college and begin working before our families met, and then we got married and welcomed our son, who is currently seven years old. Although my husband was occasionally irritable, our real problems started when I tried to be independent. After every fight, I would pack my bags and head to my relatives, explaining everything to my sisters, who would then call my husband to scold him.
Every time I felt in charge, I would question him, saying he could file for divorce if he truly wanted to. I didn’t want to seem weak to him; that wasn’t my intention when I stopped things.
I pushed him too far one day, and that’s when he beat me and locked me outside for the first time. My family encouraged me to report him to the police when I went to them. Although it appeared that I was the victim, the reality was that I had mistreated him emotionally. He was taken into custody, but I later came to my senses and dropped the accusations. He was not a violent man; rather, he truly apologized and said that he lashed out because I had pushed him to the brink.
We made up, but a few months later, because of a small disagreement, I once more packed my bags. I was notified by phone that he was in the hospital two days later. My relatives told me not to go because they thought he was acting. Even though I was mostly to blame for the chaos, I still received pity from everyone.
He served me divorce papers after a week in the hospital.
