It's kinda like King Solomon and the baby who was claimed convincingly by two women. His decision to split the baby in half made one of the women renounce her claim to the child. And she was given the baby because only a mother would make that sacrifice, to ensure the child was whole and no longer hers rather than destroyed.
A divorce sucks.. but for many of us, it's the reality. It is what it is.
And as long as I carry blame in my heart, anger toward the former spouse the more the past controls my present.
It's a choice. Terrible things happen in life.. like Hurricane Katrina wiping out a city, Christmas tsunamis, plague, famine. But people pick up the pieces and continue in life. And that's the example I want to set for my children.
It's not the fall that defines the person, but how they get up.
