Healing through divorce

New beginnings

Divorce is one of the most difficult experiences a person can have. No one ever enters a divorce with joy and glee. Prior to the decision to divorce someone there has been a lot of hurt. Once you get to the divorce phase of the relationship you have already been through quite an agonizing process of grief and disappointment. Once it is all said and done, how do you proceed?

Be gentle with yourself. Showing yourself compassion as you work your way through the divorce will help you get through it a whole lot more quickly than if you’re impatient with yourself.

Don’t dwell on the past. Dwelling on the past keeps you there. Just like you can’t drive a car forward by staring in the rearview mirror, you can’t move your life forward if you’re focusing on the past. You can’t change the past. The best you can do is learn from it.

View your divorce is as an important lesson about relationships. You and your ex were in a relationship that didn’t make it. The relationship failed and you can learn from it – if you choose to. Once you decide to learn from your failed marriage instead of labelling yourself as a failure, you will regain confidence in yourself and your ability to have a successful relationship in the future.

Look forward. There is no point in focusing on the past. Picture yourself shutting the door on your marriage, visualizing it as a room you are leaving. See yourself entering a new room, full of possibilities and hope.

Clean house. It is time to get your life in order. Cleaning house is both literal and figurative. Take care of unfinished business. Organize your home. Whatever you have left unattended because of the emotional turmoil the divorce has caused you, now is the time to start putting the pieces back together.

Connect with your children. The divorce has impacted your entire family; this includes your children. Your children probably have no idea how to heal from what happened in their lives and probably have no idea what to do with their feelings. The best thing you can do is lean in to your relationship with your children and be there for them and with them.

Surround yourself with nurturing people. And definitively say “no” to those who are not providing you comfort. Now is the time to look at expanding or remodeling your social circle. Look for people who are happy, positive and self-assured in their own lives. While going the solo route can feel lonely, it’s also an incredible opportunity to develop a more grounded, fulfilling life.

Create a new normal.  Now that you are no longer part of a marriage, you have a new reality. You are single and independent. You can do whatever you want. You no longer have to share your decisions with your spouse.

Develop your confidence. Divorce has a way of corroding your confidence. Regardless, you still have tremendous qualities that you can and should feel really great about. Figure out what you really like about yourself and remind yourself of these things daily.

Don’t close your door to love. Lastly, as you recover from divorce, don’t close the door to love and throw away the key! Allow yourself to meet new people and be open to the chance of falling in love again. Divorce is not the end of your life. Don’t allow your fears to prevent you from finding your happiness.

Yes, getting a divorce is difficult, but so is staying in an unhealthy marriage. It is hard to face, but it is helpful to know that you’re not alone… Getting divorced hurts, but you will recover and have a better future as you go through the healing process.

What helped you to heal through your divorce?

 

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The patient

( by Mikhail Zoshchenko, 1924 )

( Photo by Valentin Loginov )

Anis’ia traveled thirty versts to get to the country hospital.
She set out at dawn and at noon she paused before the white single-storied house.
“Is the surgeon receiving?” she asked a peasant sitting on the porch.
“The surgeon?” the peasant asked with interest. “What, you sick?”
“Sick,” Anis’ia answered.
“Me, too, my dear,” the peasant said. “I ate too much grits… I’m number seven.”
Anis’ia tied her horse to the post and went into the hospital.
The medical orderly, Ivan Kuz’mich, was receiving the patients. He was small, elderly, and terribly distinguished. Everyone in the area knew him, praised him and called him, without reason, the surgeon.
Anis’ia entered the room, approached him, bowed loa, and sat down on the edge of a chair.
“Are you sick?” Ivan Kuz’mich asked.
“I’m sick,” said Anis’ia. “That is, I’m sick through and through. Every bone pains and throbs. My heart is eating itself alive.”
“What might it be from?” the medical orderly asked indifferently. “And since when?”
“Since fall, Ivan Kuz’mich. Since this last fall. In the fall I got sick. Since, you know, my husband Dimitrii Naumych arrived from the city, I’ve been sick. For example, I’m standing by the table rolling some mill cakes in flour. Dimitrii Naumych used to love these particular mill cakes. And where is he now, I think to myself, Dimitrii Naumych? He’s a soviet deputy in the city…”
“Look, my dear woman,” the medical orderly said, “don’t overdo it. What are you sick from?”
“Well, I was just telling you,” said Anis’ia, “I’m standing by the table rolling mill cakes. Suddenly Aunt Agaf’ia runs up like a ram and starts waving her hand. “Go,” she shrieks, ‘go quick, Anis’iushka. Your man just arrived from the city, and it looks like he’s coming up the street with bag and stick.” My heart stopped. My knees knocked together. I’m standing there like a fool kneading the cakes… Then I threw down the cakes and ran into the yard. And in the yard the sun is shimmering. The air is light. And on my left near the shed a brown calf is standing scaring off flies with his tail. I looked at the calf – and the tears began to flow. Here, I think, Dimitrii Naumych will be so pleased with this particular brown calf.”
“Please,” the medical orderly said morosely, “stick to the point.”
“But my dear Ivan Kuz’mich, I’m just telling you. Please don’t get mad. I’m sticking to the point… I ran out the gate. I see, you know how it is, the church on the left, a goat’s walking along, a rooster is scratching away with his foot, and on the right, I see, right on up the middle – there comes Dimitrii Naumych.
“I looked at him. My heart skipped a beat, I could feel a hiccup rising. Ah, I think, Holy Mother of God! Ah, I think, I feel a little faint! And he, he’s walking along with a short, serious step. His beard is fluttering in the air. And he’s wearing city clothes. And fancy shoes.”
“As soon as I saw the fancy shoes it was as though something had been torn out of me. I think, oy, where do I come in, uncultured as I am, what kind of a wife do I make for him, a first-rate man and a soviet deputy.”
“I stood like a fool at the post and my feet wouldn’t move. I feel the post up and down with my fingers and I stand there.”
“And he himself, Dimitrii Naumych, the soviet deputy, comes up to me slowly and says hello.”
“He says, ‘Hello, Anis’ia Vasil’evna. How many years has it been,’ he says, ‘how many winters, that we have not seen each other?…’
“I should have, fool that I am, taken the bag from Dimitrii Naumych, but I just look at his fancy shoes and don’t move.”
“I think, oy, it was a peasant who left me. Now he’s wearing fancy shoes. He’s been having talks with city folks, maybe even with Comsomol girls.”
“And Dimitrii Naumych answers in a low voice: ‘Och,’ he says, ‘look what you’re like! Dark,’ he says, ‘ignorant, Anis’ia Vasil’evna. What,’ he says, ‘am I going to talk about with you? I,’ he says, ‘am an educated man and a soviet deputy. I,’ he says, ‘know maybe four rules of arithmetic. I know fractions,’ he says. ‘But you,’ he says, ‘look what you’re like! Probably,’ he says, ‘you can’t even sign your name on paper? Another man might very well throw you over, for your darkness and ignorance.’
“And I’m standing at the post and getting words all mixed up: look here, Dimitrii Naumych, throw me over if you like, certainly, just as you like.”
“But he takes me by the hand and answers: “I was only joking, Anis’ia Vasil’evna. Stop thinking like that. I,’ he says, ‘am like this. Forget it…’
“Again my heart skipped a beat, I could feel a hiccup rising.”
” ‘Dimitrii Naumych,’ I say, ‘be at rest. I, too, certainly, can learn fractions and the four rules. Also to sign my name on paper. I,’ I say, ‘will not shame you, an educated man…’ ”
The medical orderly, Ivan Kuz’mich stood up from his chair and walked about the room.
“Well, well,” he said, “that’s enough, you’re a long way off… What are you sick from?”
“What am I sick from? Why nothing, now, Ivan Kuz’mich. It seems to have gotten better now. I can’t complain about my health. And Dimitrii Naumych himself said: ‘I was just joking,’ he said. That means he said all that just as a joke.”
“Why, yes, he was joking,’ said the medical orderly. “Of course he was joking… Can I give you some pills?”
“I don’t need any,” said Anis’ia. “Thank you, Ivan Kuz’mich for your advice. I feel very much better now. Many, many thanks. Good-bye.”
And Anis’ia, after leaving a bag of grain on the table, went to the door. Then she turned.
“Fractions, Ivan Kuz’mich… Where can I find out about these fractions? Should I go to the schoolteacher, or what?”
“To the schoolteacher,” the medical orderly said, sighing. “Of course, to the schoolteacher. It isn’t a medical matter.”
Anis’ia bowed low and went out into the street.

( Photo by Boris Protasov )

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