Small realizations

divorce

I hate that word.

My heart cringes.

divorced

That's what I'll be.

It feels dirty.

Like a stain that can't be removed.

Or a used up rag.

And I feel everything.

I mostly keep asking God where the hell He's been.

Then my mind reminds my heart.

God isn't in the event.

But He is in the response to the event.

The love.

The kindness.

The support.

He is always in the response.

He's just not responsible.

Because what kind of father would He be

if He took away our free will?