Archive for June, 2011

Implosion

im·plo·sion

[im-ploh-zhuhn]   –noun

The act of imploding; a bursting inward (opposed to explosion).
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When something explodes, it’s usually tragic.  It’s unplanned and people get hurt and it’s messy.  It leaves scars on the landscape forever.
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An implosion is different.  The total destruction is the same, but care is taken.  People are moved and charges are carefully laid, so when the implosion happens damage is minimal.  The landscape can be remembered as a place where good things happened, but cleared for good things to come.
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In the end, the same thing happens.  But it’s so much simpler to clean up an implosion.
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We’ve imploded.  My marriage has imploded.  Am I upset?  Yes, both of us are.  But we both recognize that as beautiful as the things that came out of our marriage are – the marriage itself isn’t pretty or healthy or right.  It’s a negative and hurtful place for us both.  Papers are filed, finished (without lawyers even getting involved), and now we are waiting for a final court date.
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It’s natural to want to point fingers – and so I will for a moment.  I will point a finger at the man who isn’t going to be my husband anymore and tell you that he is the best father GO could have ever had – and he was an amazing stepfather for B10 and CW.  He has committed to remaining involved in their lives, because he is a good man.
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When we told the boys, they actually (on their own) asked him if he would be their “Godfather” (they have Godmums, but not Godfathers).
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I will never be his wife again, but I will always cherish the knowledge that together we are parents.  To three of the most beautiful children in the world.  And in the long run, I believe the children will be better for seeing us happy – even if that means we are happy apart.
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Please, for those who pray – please continue to do so.
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~Mummy Butterfly  )i(
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(For ease of blogging transition, I will refer to him as “CPA” – because I truly believe it’s neither safe nor wise to use real names on the internet in today’s day and age.)
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Meet Boxy

Last week it was 3 baby birds – this week it’s a box turtle.

Meet Boxy – the lastest addition to our household.  Currently he (or she) is residing in the bathtub.

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I’m really glad wild animals don’t bother me… Because God seems to be sending them hand over fist to visit B10!

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(