When Love Isn't Enough


I can still hear the words “Show grace and forgiveness” echoing in my mind as I asked God once again “Why me?” It was just two years ago when my world came crumbing in around me after the news of my husband’s infidelity throughout our marriage.  I remember the moment my knees hit the floor with tears streaming down my face, crying out to the one that was suppose to protect me. Yet here I am facing the same question again. Shaken with all the unknowns. Facing the question of love and forgiveness for the second time in our marriage. 

When the news first came to light, I felt a level of brokenness I had never experienced.  The feeling of suffocation was debilitating. I never wanted this and to hear from my husband this brokenness all started from his deep routed issues with pornography. I felt so betrayed, yet still had such an overwhelming sense of love for him. I couldn’t understand how I could still love someone after they caused me so much pain. I knew this love must only flow from a place greater than myself. I wanted more for my life. I wanted to know that I did everything I could to save the marriage I chose so many years ago. I fought with all the grace that was given to me to save what was left of my marriage, pleading with my husband to save himself from the path he was heading down if he walked away from our marriage. I knew what the Lord had laid on my heart to do and I wasn’t going to give up on my marriage without a fight.

After a period of separation, we were both ready to reenter the marriage. I didn’t know at the time, but I was headed down the path that would lead me to the greatest freedom and struggle of my life so far.  Over the next two years I faced much opposition as I defended my forgiveness of a man that didn’t deserve it. Friends and family thought I must be in denial if I could move forward in a marriage built on lies. I myself wondered it myself many times, but always felt a gentle reminder that I was exactly where I was suppose to be. I had to consistently pray against worry and fear and learn to live in trust.

What I learned during this time is that it wasn’t God’s plan for me to experience this pain, but he allowed it happen. Therefore, it must have a greater purpose even if we can’t see it in the moment of the struggle. The hurt that I healed from during this time of restoration allowed me to truly understand forgiveness. The bitterness I laid down and walked away from taught me freedom. The love I was able to extend showed me a picture of God’s grace. These things do not come from our human nature, but only when we open ourselves up to be used for a higher purpose. The choice to forgive was only the beginning, but it prepared me for my future.

I wish I could say my marriage had a happily ever after, but that is not the case. The truth I learned is sometimes love isn’t enough to save a person from their own free will. There is always a possibility for hurt, because the ones we love are only human. It’s how we choose to respond to that hurt and trust in a greater purpose that allows us to move forward freely. We cannot control what happens to us, but we can control how we respond. I chose love.

I now have a beautiful son to remind me of the love I once shared with my husband, but that love wasn’t enough for him overcome his own brokenness. So once again, I ask God “Why me?” I did everything I felt the Lord led me to do and it still ended in divorce. I could choose bitterness and turn my back towards the Lord, but I am further down the road now and I understand “the why”. Sometimes we have to experience difficult things so we can grow into the people we are designed to be. The Lord has not abandoned us and it hurts Him to see his children walk through such pain. There is something wonderful on the other side of your struggle. It might be out of sight but His promises declare it is there for those that call on Him. Had I walked away from my marriage the first time, I would have missed out on so many beautiful lessons. I would still be devastated by the pain and taking that into my future. I would have been left with so many questions. Instead, I am moving forward whole and free knowing that I am growing into the person I am designed to be. I know not everyone’s marriage gets a second chance, but having the opportunity taught me that even ones best intentions fall flat when we don’t fully surrender to the Lord. There are still many lessons ahead and the hard days will still come, but I now know there was purpose for my pain. Whatever your story is and wherever you are on your journey, it is never too late to choose forgiveness and surrender your own efforts. It is the first step towards claiming your freedom. Be free and choose love. There is a purpose for your pain and you are not alone.


You're Doing Great.

So, another school year has begun. And this year, my youngest son started his sophomore year of high school at my old stompin’ grounds! As we walked around the High School after picking up his schedule, I pointed out different areas I remembered. But, much has changed as well.
The kids don’t get lockers anymore. Their books are on a Chromebook, so they get to miss the joy of carrying huge books to class and running to get to the locker and switch out those huge textbooks, as they go to the next hour. 

Eventually though, I realized that single was just a box I checked. I’m more than that box..png

There’s many more food choices for these kids. They can get Subway or Chinese, regular line, salad, burgers, chicken…pretty much whatever they want. 

My city has a large, modern football stadium now. No more driving over to the site of the original high school and playing football on an older field. It’s across the parking lot now. 
And of course, all the kids have cell phones now. Remember when we had to go ask the office if we wanted to call our parents? And, we had to go to the library to do our research instead of using the internet. 

There are many more activities and clubs for kids now. The list goes on and on and on! 
It was fun thinking back to those days and I laugh at my senior picture with the shoulder pads and the big hair! There are just some things that need to stay back in 1992! 
However, life didn’t exactly turn out the way I planned. I wanted to pastor a church with my husband, while teaching High School History and raising kids together. Instead, I work a couple of part-time jobs and I am a single parent who shares custody with my ex-husband. My kids have a step-mom and step-siblings. 

After my divorce, I didn’t look forward to filling out any paperwork. They all want to know your marital status. Ugh!! I wasn’t married, but I didn’t feel single. Eventually though, I realized that single was just a box I checked. I’m more than that box. And so are you! God made us! He’s made us each unique, with different strengths and abilities. 
Life may have taken quite a few twists and turns, but when I look at my life now, I’m content. And I’m happy. Of course, I want to be married again. But, a marital status doesn’t make me who I am. 

We need to take an inventory of our lives. Instead of focusing on the mistakes and the hurts and the unfulfilled dreams, look at all you’ve accomplished. Is it hard to see the good things? 
Well, let me ask you, are the kids still alive? Do they have food and clothes? Do you manage to get most of the stuff done on your to-do list? Then, you’ve succeeded, Momma! 

People like to remind us how hard it is to be a single mom. And, it’s easy to start focusing on that. But, what we focus on is what we start to believe. So, be careful what you’re looking at! Remind yourself that with God, all things are possible! Look at how well you are doing. Be content and enjoy this time in your life. It doesn’t mean you forget about your hopes, it just means that you’ll be happy while waiting for them to happen! 

And, while you’re at it, tell your kids all those stories about how you didn’t have Google or GPS! Trust me, they’ll think you’re a hero, just because you survived those cave-man days! 

By Gwendolyn Irene


Daring Adventures of Single Parenthood, A Devotional. https://www.gwendolynirene.com/books/

Domestic Violence

When I met my ex-husband, I was at a really lonely time in my life. He knew just what to say to really turn my head. I have found out since that it was almost a textbook start to an abusive relationship. I let him move in almost immediately. I found out later the reason he was pressuring me for this to happen was because he needed a place to register for his sex offender registration. He spent the next few months sometimes being extremely attentive and sometimes being very distant. I have since learned that this is an abuser’s way of keeping their victim off balance and constantly guessing.

A few months after he moved in with me, I found out I was pregnant. At first things were great. He was so excited that he was going to have a child that he stayed away from drugs and alcohol for the first few months of my pregnancy, but he couldn’t stay away from either one, or the friends he partied with. Toward the end of my pregnancy, he moved his father and grandmother in with us.

After I had my son, I had to go back to work 3 weeks after a C-section, because he refused to get a job, and neither his father nor grandmother were helping with the bills. Even though he insisted I get a job, he did everything possible to make me lose that job. During this time was the first time he ever put his hands on me in an argument. I had come home on my lunch break, because he needed the car. I was in a hurry to get back, and he did everything to not help. He knew it bothered me to be late, so he made me late all the time on purpose. Trying to get him to get around to take me back to work quickly made him angry, and I ended up against the wall with his hands around my throat. Of course, this was my fault, as I had made him mad in the first place. When it was something he wanted to do, we were always early. It was only when I needed to be somewhere that he would make us late. Any fights were always my fault. Six days after we got married, we had a fight and he left the house and went and cheated on me. His reason was that I had made him angry, so he went and found someone to sleep with. He also told me every time he cheated on me supposedly was so I could forgive him and “wipe the slate clean.”

We got evicted, because I wasn’t able to keep up with payments by myself. We lived in a hotel for 3 weeks. We finally found a house to move into. He went out one night and got drunk and brought someone home, and then he proceeded to pass out in the bathroom. The next morning, I woke up to my money, computer, driver’s license, and Social Security card stolen. I’m still recovering from my losses from this.

He would dump water on me while I was sleeping if I didn’t stay up with him. He would break my phone to keep me from calling people. He ripped our bedroom door off its hinges one night when he started a fight with me. He crawled into bed one night and pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “You know, if I put this pillow over your head and killed you right now, no one would know what happened.” I tried to get up and get away from him, because he terrified me. He held me down so I couldn’t get away from him and laughed at me because I was scared.

After we had been at that house for a while, we did start going to church, and for a while things got quite a bit better.

We moved into a new place and things felt really settled. A few months after we moved in, I got a text from him while I was at work stating that he had cheated on me again. From that point on, things went downhill. He started hanging out with his friends again and starting doing drugs and drinking again.

During this time, I was working full-time but couldn’t afford childcare. I tried to get childcare assistance, but because he didn’t have a job, the state considered him the primary caregiver. He was not fit to take care of my son, but I felt I had no other choice. If I spent $100 on household items, he would insist that he was able to spend $100 for himself for drugs, alcohol, or whatever else he wanted to spend the money on. He would tell me it was his payment for babysitting. Any money we had was from my job, because he refused to work. He would always use the excuse that he couldn’t get a job because of his past.

Towards the end of us being together, he started seeing things coming through the walls. He, at one point, ended up in a local psych ward for a 72-hour hold, because he had done bath salts.

On February 25, 2013, when I came home from work, my son was already ready for bed. This was strange because my ex hardly ever did anything more than what was absolutely necessary around the house. I made dinner and put my son to bed. The next morning, I was off work. When my son got up, I got him ready to take a bath. That’s when I saw the bruises that were all down his legs. Shortly after I put my son in the bathtub, my ex woke up and jumped out of bed, immediately screaming at me for putting my son in the bathtub. He was upset because he didn’t want me seeing the bruises. I tried to stay away from him, because he was being violent. I went into the bedroom to try to put some space between us, and he followed me, screaming at me for making him feel guiltier than he already did. I hadn’t said much at this time. He threw our nightstand across the room at one point. After a while, he calmed down, but he never apologized for any of it. Later that day, he got a phone call from a friend, and he left and was gone for about 24 hours. This gave me a lot of time to think about things. His sister came by, and she wanted to take my son home with her, so I felt it was necessary to tell her what had happened. She asked me how long I was going to continue to let him act like this. I really didn’t have an answer for her.

She took my son with her. A little while later, my ex came home. He seemed happy that we were going to have a child-free evening until it dawned on him that his family was going to know what happened. He started screaming again and stormed out of the house and left. I called my mom to come get me and take me to Walmart, because I was going to change the locks on the house so he couldn’t get back in.

He came back home before my mom got there, and I finally told him I had had enough. I couldn’t take any of it anymore. He told me I would regret that decision. When that didn’t seem to faze me, he then told me he was going to the cops before I could. He was constantly blaming me for things, so I asked him what he was trying to blame me for this time. He looked me in the eye and told me he was going to go to the cops and tell them I had done this to my son instead of him, because my son was too young to tell anyone any different. He left then, because he knew my mom was on her way to our house.

When my mom got there, I asked her to take me to the police station instead of to Walmart. I filed a statement with the police, and they asked me to go get my son and meet them at the hospital. That started what was one of the longest nights of my life. My child was tired and hadn’t had a nap, and it was way past his bedtime. I had to help hold him down for the x-rays. He was 2 at the time, so it was impossible for him to understand what was going on.

I went to live with my parents. I filed a restraining order and for divorce. I got my son into counseling. I had to change my phone number, because of the amount of harassing phone calls and texts I received from him.

My son and I are both in a much better place in our lives now. My child has never once asked to see his father. He rarely talks about him at all, but when he does, it’s never in a good connotation. He doesn’t even call him dad most of the time anymore. I have never said anything negative about my ex around my son. My mother came from a broken home, and I have always known how much it meant to her that her mother didn’t talk bad about her father, so I know how important this is. If my son asks about his father, I answer honestly with what I hope is an age-appropriate response.

I have forgiven my ex for what happened for myself. Letting anger and bitterness fester only continues to let the abuser hurt you. Through the help of God and family and friends, I have become a stronger person. Sharing my story has helped me heal and has helped others escape domestic violence.