Recently a friend of mine showed me pictures of his past life — there were too many to count. He’d met his wife at a young age (very early 20s), they married, had children, purchased homes, vacationed, lived life, made mistakes and then divorced. He was pretty devastated by the divorce, but had recovered pretty well over the last few years. I cried. I cried for him, I cried for them, I cried for their mistakes and I cried for my own failures…
We Can’t Dwell on Loss.
One of the things my friend did was to mourn deeply for what he and his family lost as a result of the divorce. Then he moved on. Continue reading
