Hey there. This is my (hopefully) weekly and (hopefully more than) regular blog post series where I write out my thoughts on one topic that’s on my mind.

This week: It’s divorce.

Marriage is a beautiful thing. It’s a ceremony meant to unite two people for a lifetime. Or at least whenever they deemed fit. Fact of the matter is that divorce have become a very common thing, practically to the point that it’s a socially acceptable, which is a complete shame.

For me, I equate news of a divorce to that of death. I say that due to one line: “Till death do us part.” My grandparents, bless their souls, have been married all their lives. It wasn’t until when my grandfather passed away that they truly parted. My grandmother was all alone, and it was a really sad time. It was a year after that she too passed on, and in a sense, they’re probably together once again up there, no longer apart.

When I hear from other people I’ve met, more and more mention that their parents are divorced. Split. Apart. Sadly, this is just more and more common now. Even still, I always utter the same sad “Oh…” response to it. Those affected by it usually act like it’s nothing. Understandable: It was probably years ago, or barely remember it. Or probably even saw firsthand that the relationship wasn’t good anyways. But it’s still always a shock for me.

Shock because, well, it just doesn’t run in my family. My parents, and namely my relatives have never divorced. That is, up until almost a year or so ago when an aunt and uncle split up; Practically a first from family that I knew of. It was a little hard to see them go opposite ways, being that I knew them all my life. Especially their kids, my cousins, who again are somewhat unfazed by it all. But then, despite knowing them well, there’s probably something I don’t know about it.

Having a divorce decades into the marriage shows that there was something that came up. They wouldn’t have lasted this long without some big issue. It hurts to see divorce stories like that, but it hurts almost as bad, if not more, when couples split not to far into the relationship. Like, within years of being married, or before their kid(s) even turn 10 or so. I thought this is what dating is for: To figure out if the two of you were really meant for each other for life, not whenever you felt like it. There’s many early divorces now that it’s practically sends a message to the youth that it’s perfectly acceptable and something you do when you’re a grownup. Of course, it’s not the case, and those older and/or explicitly told by the parent(s) may realize it. Regardless of being told or knowing it, it’s still setting an example. There’s many people out there that drink and/or smoke and tell kids not to do it, despite continue drinking/smoking anyways right in front of them.

I guess my big issue with it all is the children of divorced parents, especially those at a younger age. They never were able to experience a ‘regular’ family lifestyle growing up, which is just a shame. However, in our society today, ‘normal’ families are almost far and few between now with a rise of divorce, adoptions, orphanages, and so on in our cultural landscape. Even still, it’s hard for me personally to get over the notion of it…

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