Marriage 911 (eBook)

How God Saved Our Marriage (and Can Save Yours, Too!)

Greg Alexander, Julie Alexander (Autoren)

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2023 | 1. Auflage
144 Seiten
Viident (Verlag)
978-1-63582-291-5 (ISBN)

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Greg and Julie Alexander thought divorce was the only way out of their lifeless, loveless marriage. Quite unexpectedly, a faithful priest guided them back to the truths of the church, and as they began to incorporate these truths into their lives, they were able to restore the love they once had for each other. Marriage 911 chronicles their journey back from the brink of divorce to marital happiness built on a strong Catholic faith. Told from both spouses' perspectives, their very personal story shares: - Three key questions every married couple should answer - Practical, real-life tips for getting a marriage back on track - Hope for all married couples on the brink

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CHAPTER 1

We Need a Divorce

I REMEMBER THE MOMENT I knew our marriage was healed. We were driving home from confession, and Greg and I both felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from us.

“It’s like all the stuff we did to each other is gone,” Greg said. “I’ve totally forgiven you. It’s gone.”

I looked at him. He was smiling. And I knew exactly how he felt, because I felt the same way about him. This was the man I loved—the man I’d always loved.

I didn’t always think he was the man I loved. We’d been through a lot, and we’d done things to each other that I was ready to say were unforgivable.

But there was a way out, and we found it. If we tell you how rotten we were to each other, it’s not because we like to wallow in misery. It’s because we want you to know that you can get from there to here.

* * *

I think the day we hit rock bottom was the day that my friend showed up at the door with her brother. Greg answered the door, and she told him she had a belated Christmas present for me. So Greg called me down, and that was when she tore into me.

“How long have you and my husband been having an affair?”

She went on from there for about half an hour. She fired off questions, accusations, demands. Greg just stood by and watched. I didn’t get a word in edgewise.

And anyway, what could I say? It was all true.

After she had made it clear in every way she could think of that I wasn’t going to go near her husband again, she finally left. I just sat there.

Greg finally broke the silence. “How could you?” he asked quietly.

All I could think of to say was, “Well, our marriage hasn’t been real good anyway.”

He asked a few more questions, and I didn’t have much more to say. But then he said something that still managed to shock me: “I can’t be too upset with you, because I had an affair too.”

What? How could he cheat on me? Who did he think he was?

Yes, I was hurt and upset. And I was furious. It was irrational and selfish and unfair, I know. He hadn’t been any worse than I’d been. But his doing it to me was different from my doing it to him!

Finally Greg pretty much summed up the past two years of our marriage: “You’re unhappy, and I’m unhappy. Why don’t we just get a divorce?”

“Fine,” I said, and that was it.

It made perfect sense. I certainly didn’t want to be with him anymore—not after what he’d done to me. (Funny how quickly that canceled out what I’d done to him.) I was in the marriage for what Greg could bring to the marriage. He wasn’t bringing anything to the marriage for me anymore, so I was done. It was time to recognize that our marriage wasn’t working and call it quits. Wasn’t that the honest thing to do?

But of course there was one complication. We’d have to tell the kids.

I think Greg was using “telling the kids” as a test to see how serious I was about going through with the divorce. I guess he was hoping I’d change my mind and decide I wanted to work on our marriage. He even threatened that he would take the kids when we were divorced. After all, he’d been taking care of them most of the time while I was out building up my career.

I certainly didn’t want to lose contact with my kids. But I didn’t want to work on the marriage either. I was just worn out. “There’s no possible way out of this,” I told myself. “Even if we did stay together, there’s no way I could ever feel love for him again.”

I couldn’t understand how it had happened. I had stood at the altar with this man and said, “I do.” But now if he walked past me and touched me, I wanted to throw up. I felt chilled on the inside.

That’s how we were living our lives. We were married, yes, but we didn’t have anything in common. I mean, we had a house together; we had kids together; we even had a joint checking account. But we were spiritually divorced. We had nothing in common that brought us together on a daily basis.

So after a couple of days, I told Greg he could tell the kids. I didn’t know how that would go, but we decided to go ahead and do it. Even today I shudder at the thought.

Greg called Christopher and Lauren out of their bedrooms and brought them into ours. I just stood there, numb. It was up to Greg to do the talking. The kids were eight and nine years old at the time, so he tried to explain it in a way they could understand. He crouched down so he was at eye level with them.

“Moms and dads sometimes don’t get along, like brothers and sisters,” he said. “That’s where your mom and I are at right now, so we’re going to get a divorce.” That was all. Quick and to the point.

The kids started crying. They huddled together, clinging to each other in the corner and pleading, “No, no, no,” shaking from the fact that their lives were being ripped apart.

But our hearts were cold. All I could say to myself was They’ll be fine. We’ll just send them to counseling. That’s what Bob and Sue did down the street, and their kids seem to be OK.

That’s how far gone we were.

* * *

But we weren’t completely lost, and I think that the experience of telling Christopher and Lauren we were going to get a divorce sort of woke us up. Their reaction was the sobering reality that made us decide that we had to do everything we could to keep our marriage together. Even if we didn’t think it could possibly work, we owed it to the kids. We never wanted to look back with any regrets and say that we didn’t try everything to make our marriage work.

It wasn’t easy. Some days I had hope and wanted to work on the marriage—those were the days Greg wanted nothing to do with it. Other days Greg was really trying hard, and I had no energy to try anymore.

One day my boss walked in on me at work and found me crying. I’d been crying plenty of other times at work, but this was the first time he’d seen me do it. When I was finally able to explain what was going on, he offered to have his girlfriend talk with us. She was a counselor at a prison—not exactly an expert in marriage issues but still a professional.

I took him up on the offer, and Greg and I went to see this counselor. I thought she was OK, but Greg was just getting angry at the questions she asked. We met a few times, but although she had a good heart, we didn’t seem to accomplish much.

The last time we met, she told us, “There’s going to be a day when you’re standing in front of a ton of people telling your story.”

Yeah, right, we thought.

* * *

We weren’t getting anywhere. I remember a day in February when my parents called. I couldn’t even muster the courage to talk to them. Greg had to do all the talking, while I just tucked myself into a ball on the bedroom floor.

My parents had the perfect marriage, or at least that’s how it seemed to me. Everyone at church knew them from their pro-life work, and everyone respected them. As a daughter, I felt like a failure.

Then Greg came in and put the phone to my ear, and I heard my mother’s voice:

“We love you, and we’re praying for you.”

That was all she said. No judgment, no finger pointing. Just love and support.

* * *

By April I was desperate. I finally picked up the phone and made a 911 call to the pastor of our church. If you’re keeping score, you’ll notice that this was the first time we thought of somehow involving the church with our problems.

I didn’t really want him to answer his phone. I didn’t know what I’d say. I was relieved when he didn’t pick up, and I could just leave a message.

But my message must have sounded desperate. “We’re in trouble, Father!” I blurted into the phone. “We’re getting a divorce. Greg wants a divorce. You need to help us!”

Of course, when he heard that on his machine, he called right back and told us to come see him.

We did, but once again we didn’t seem to get anywhere. The priest tried his best, but he just didn’t know what to do with us. After watching us fight in front of him, he finally asked us—as nicely as he could—“Do you want to save your marriage?”

“Do we want to save this marriage?” I repeated. I just looked at him and answered, “Not this marriage.”

“Well, I don’t know what to do for you,” he answered.

That was sort of a shock. Without really thinking about it, I suppose I’d just imagined that he was somehow going to tell us what to do. I don’t remember what I said to him, but it was something like, “You don’t understand! Our marriage is miserable. What are you going to do about it?”

“I can’t do anything about it,” he answered. “It’s up to you...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.1.2023
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Gesundheit / Leben / Psychologie ► Partnerschaft / Sexualität
• ISBN-10: 1-63582-291-2 / 1635822912
• ISBN-13: 978-1-63582-291-5 / 9781635822915