by Barbara Rainey
A good friend forwarded an article to me about the demise of a marriage. Written by Sandra Tsing Loh, the author told her husband she wanted a divorce and then wrote, "sadly and to my horror, I am divorcing." Married for 20 years and a mother of girls still at home, she describes the decision to end her marriage to a good man as cataclysmic and heart-shattering.
The story of another marriage ending did not surprise me. It's really nothing new.
But her conclusion left me thinking long after I moved on to the next e-mail: "I did not have the strength to 'work on' falling in love in my marriage again. Given my staggering working mother's to do list, I cannot take on another arduous home- and self-improvement project, that of rekindling our romance." Her words percolated in my mind. She was saying she's too tired to try any more, as if working on a marriage requires purely physical strength.
In the author's defense I want to say how much I understand and empathize with her situation. She is in her mid-forties, juggling a career, kids with schools and lessons and appointments, bills to pay, meals to prepare, and pets to feed. It's a crazy time of life. I remember those years of my forties as being some of the most stressful I'd ever endured. During these years a woman teeters between youth and middle age, experiences the turmoil and rejection of teenagers who used to adore her, deals with aging parents, faces personal health issues, and figures out how to manage a marriage that often has become stale or at least challenged in this season.
But as difficult as this season can be in a marriage, I differ with her as to the solution.