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Mo Kendall's avatar

Thanks for sharing this. It's so gorgeously written. I love how you show that seemingly conflicting things can very much exist together; I likewise often grieve the marriage that I ultimately chose to leave, (although for different reasons). I miss what I had amidst relief that I no longer have it.

The grief for extended family that you lose so resonates; suddenly not belonging to something you were told you were part of. Some ex-inlaws still show love to me, with others I feel very pushed away and blamed. Fired.

I'm also not straight, and, if you've never come across the podcast Lesbian Chronicles, post-divorce grief has come up in a few episodes there. Like reading your beautiful piece here, it's validating to hear others talk about it. Because, like you've found, it doesn't often seem to be.

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Lily Pond's avatar

Hi Anne, I appreciate reading your essay very much. You've been so courageous in reflecting on

such a personal and stigmatized subject. In doing so, you've lifted the burden of shame on your (and others') heavy heart. You have also inspired me to look at my grieving process straight in the eyes and rekindled my desire to go deeper. I was divorced from my Swedish husband of 15 years, after trying to be the "perfect" Swedish wife by adapting to his life in Sweden and learning everything about the culture, language, cuisine, and even the forbidding climate (which is why I resonate with your Norwegian acculturation experience.) But my ex-husband and I drifted apart, with alcohol ever widening the gap between us for almost a decade. I initiated the divorce and had to do it in a way that eventually saved myself from further narcissistic abuse. I have been mostly relieved since the divorce and justified my move with a sense of righteousness. Yet, all these years later, I'm starting to feel nostalgic about the good times we did spend together and how we were compatible in many ways, even though we lived in a romantic bubble, lol. Which brings me to your passage: "What I can do is give myself care and permission to be on my own path of grief even if no one else cares." I resonate very much with this sentiment. Because of my complex feelings, no one can truly understand my grief. And in my own way, I believe the nostalgia is part of the grieving process--of the youth that I have lost, and the innocent times that would never return. Thank you for creating this space for those of us who need to grieve the marriages we ended in our unique ways.

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