Call this the prequel to my amazing love story. So let me give you a little background. I was sad for my children, scared what our financial future would be, and just plain embarrassed that this was happening to me. I was afraid that friends would not be friends anymore. Thank God, I underestimated the support and love of my friends because they were my rock. Again, somehow things worked out. Do you know the saying? Marriage is about love and divorce is about money? It took over 18 months to sort out all the details.
I had to fight for every penny of child support and my legal share of retirement funds and the right to stay in our house I paid the entire mortgage myself.
But finally, it was finalized. We had settled into a routine, the kids had survived, and I was ready to move forward. Everyone about people sat in a big circle as our senior pastor opened with prayer and the coordinators explained how the program would work, Then we divided into 3 groups.
Over the next 3 or 4 weeks, I got to know the other men and women in my group. Some were members of our church and some were not. Some the women were dealing with worse situations than I was. Surprisingly, to me, some of the men were devastated by their separations. Everyone was concerned about how the divorce would impact their children. But we all had stories to share. I can tell you that there were lots of hugs and tears shed.
But mostly, we just listened to each other. As I was standing, waiting to sit at a table, I felt someone at my elbow. He said, hi, do you want to sit at this table?
