Blindly Unbecoming

On the phone with a leader from our community to talk potential business. "Sis Banks, I have your picture on my fridge. That is how much my family and I love you. I had never been to Atlanta but I came for your wedding." My heart tugged, should I tell him that the wedding he sacrificed to attend is now no more? That his labor of love fell on unyielding soil. I chose not too. What good would it do? I made a few conversational comments, one or two giggles and was off the phone. He probably knows already but was waiting for me to confirm it.  It's been 31 months since I filed for divorce. 930 days of being emotionally ravaged by the very person who promised to have and to hold me through thick and thin. The very person who stood at the altar before God and before men. Men like my community leader on the phone who sacrificed to witness my life's  event - a wedding in his eyes but my unbecoming in reality.  Look before you leap.

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