I’m 69, and divorced after 30 years of marriage. The divorce came from many things. We “grew apart,” meaning we became inattentive to each other, she withheld sex and I drifted into looking at pornography. She got mad and filed for divorce. Now I’m on my own and thinking that it would have been so easy to just “treat kindly” and I might be living a different life today. I miss the happiness we had and I dream about the happiness that I still believe we could have. With those thoughts in mind, I wrote the following poem, which I call “Divorce.”
A kiss
A touch
A smile
A snuggle
A hug
Holding hands in public.
How many times did I shy away?
How many times did I withhold?
How many times did I appear uninterested?
How many times did I appear uncaring?
And now,
How much do I want...
A kiss
A touch
A smile
A snuggle
A hug
Please continue sharing your message that “growing apart” is nothing more than a poor excuse and that treating each other kindly requires very little effort, particularly when compared to the loss that comes as a result.
Ed
Our Marriage Suffered From Neglect
