The war is over

My ex-husband and I padded the bank accounts of several high-priced attorneys and occupied over two years’ worth of courtroom time and resources, mired in the pain and enveloped in the confusion surrounding our divorce, a word which suddenly and ferociously became a synonym for our own personal “war.”  And most regrettably, we allowed our distorted sense of “victimization” and perceived “failure” to interfere with our ability to be the loving support system that our only son desired and deserved.  We, like so many others, found ourselves consumed with the upheaval in our relationship and paralyzed by the illusions of fear and need, as we found ourselves sinking deeper and deeper into despair and moving further and further away from any concept of who we once knew ourselves to be.

Until one day everything changed.

And I mean literally in one day.  And more profoundly, not only in one day, but as a result of one choice:

I changed my perspective.

It was glaringly apparent, after years of bitterness and conflict, that what we were doing wasn’t working.  So why were we continuing to do the same thing over and over again, making the same choices and expecting different results?  Which, by the way, is the phrase Narcotics Anonymous offers as the definition of insanity in its time-honored book on addiction.

When I shifted my perspective and held my relationship, and the experiences provided to me within it, in a new light, this is what I was allowed to remember:

First, our relationship was not ending.  It was merely changing.  The purpose and intent of our union always was and always will be integrated in our human experience in the way we choose for it to be.  We can choose to consciously and purposefully include and utilize the opportunities blanketed within this experience, or we can choose to continue to react to the experience as one that is happening outside of us and, therefore, to us.  Two very different realities are birthed out of each respective choice.

Second, this relationship was drawn to and co-created by us both as a vehicle within which we were both given an opportunity to experience an aspect of ourselves not yet remembered, not yet expressed, not yet demonstrated.  And because I do not believe that life is a series of random happenings, and I also do not believe that life shuffles us through a predetermined script, I knew there was a larger opportunity being offered here to create meaning and to declare purpose and to know and experience ourselves at a higher level.

Third, I was led to a deeper understanding of what “forgiveness” means…and what it doesn’t mean.  Neale Donald Walsch’s new book “The Only Thing That Matters” says, “Absolution is not necessary, since all human action is based, at its root, in love, however confused, mistaken, or distorted its expression.”  And as “Conversations with God” puts it:  “No one does anything inappropriate, given their model of the world.”

The marrying of these two spiritual concepts created the perfect recipe of change for me and facilitated a new perspective, one that propelled me into a deep sense of appreciation and profound gratitude in relation to someone who once was my partner and who now is my friend.

When some of the top stories in today’s headlines are “Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes’ Bitter Divorce” or “Real-Life War of the Roses,” as described in a story by ABC News where Michael Rose and Rona Rose’s divorce resembled the popular Hollywood movie that coined the popular phrase and amplifies the rage of a bitter divorce, I now understand the gift I have been given and value the opportunity to share my personal experience to help others.

Why are we as a society enamored with the downfall of celebrity or high-profile relationships, as the rows and rows of tabloid magazines in our grocery store checkout stands reflect?  Perhaps it soothes our own perceived sense of failure to notice that the “most notable” in our society, too, are struggling with relationship challenges.  Perhaps our egos hurt less when we think someone else hurts more.

What if, just for today, you assigned a new meaning to something that is changing (perhaps a relationship) in your life?

What if you saw this event through the lens of an entirely different perspective?

If there is a new perspective that feels better than the one you currently hold about a particular situation that you are facing, what is standing in the way of you embracing it?

Could you “end the war” right now?

(Lisa McCormack is the Managing Editor & Administrator of The Global Conversation.  She is also a member of the Spiritual Helper team at www.ChangingChange.net, a website offering emotional and spiritual support .   To connect with Lisa, please e-mail her at Lisa@TheGlobalConversation.com.)

 

Comments

7 responses to “The war is over”

  1. mewabe Avatar
    mewabe

    There is a difference between need, such as a need to share love, to feel relatively secure in a relationship, to have some sort of reasonable commitment, and a feeling of entitlement, a belief that the world, or others, or a specific person owes us something.

    The difference is subtle and lost on many…yet it is what makes relationships and marriages fail and what turn separations and divorces into war.

    When feeling entitled, and when not getting what one expects or demands from another, resentment ensues. And in this situation, the meaning of love is totally lost: love is a gift, it is never a due. Love can only be given and received in total freedom, otherwise it dies.

  2. mewabe Avatar
    mewabe

    In my opinion relationships, marriages do not fail…The expression “a failed marriage” never rang true to my ears…relationships change us, and/or we change them. There is no failure because love is not a contest, it is not about winning or loosing, it is about self expression.

  3. Marko Avatar
    Marko

    Great article Lisa! You have shown an example worthy of wide distribution of an alternative view point on which to view & heal the bitterness so often seen in divorces/relationships. Thank you for your excellent articulation on this subject.

    Magical blessings,
    -Marko

  4. Michael L Avatar
    Michael L

    Lisa,

    Deeply touching insights into your life, I salute you for sharing it.

    You sacrificed your idea of who you thought you were.

    “I changed my perspective.”

    You took the great masters outlook and said, We Are All One.

    So illuminating and feels so right.

  5. Devi SoulJuice Avatar
    Devi SoulJuice

    i hear you totally … its so liberating to shift from the messy stuff to the mature loving conscious stuff …. we are all so programmed for drama … the absolute blessing of true love, true responsibility, true forgiveness and real freedom is a potent elixir… and life is so much easier with this healthy loving program … delicious even. thankyou for capturing it so eloquently and inspiringly

  6. Spirit Wishes Avatar
    Spirit Wishes

    Dear Lisa,

    Thank you for sharing your story and for giving me the opportunity to do the same.

    It’s been challenging, to say the least, trying to explain to people (especially my Mum lol) why I’m grateful to have spent the last 4 years in an abusive relationship.

    Please don’t misunderstand me, I’ve never been hit or beaten. But as many people know, abuse can be verbal as well as physical.

    We were both 35 when we met (let’s call him Ron). It felt amazing because he was possibly the only person I’d met who understood where I was at, because he was in the same place. We were both depressed and border-line suicidal, because we were each desperate to have children and thought we were the ones who, at best missed the boat, at worst were unfit to be parents. The connection between us felt wonderful.

    Three months later, I dropped a packet of food on the floor of my kitchen. Ron looked at me and said “Who hurt you so much that your afraid of spilling food in your own kitchen? I will never do that to you.”

    Two months after that, we were both overjoyed to discover that I was pregnant.

    Things changed quickly between us, but naturally we put it down to my pregnancy, moving in together, changing jobs and our severe money issues.

    It really wasn’t until the birth of our beautiful daughter, that I began to see. I expected it to be a bonding experience for us, the wonderful shared moment of two people who’s dreams were finally being fulfilled. Instead, Ron was strangely absent from my room. Four hours after being induced and as the contractions were starting to hit me hard, he came in and started an argument with me. I won’t bore you with the details, except to say that he was upset that there wasn’t enough room for both his sister and his mother in the labour suite. The doctors stopped the argument by telling me my daughter was breech and rushing me off for an emergency c-section.

    Two days later, my daughter developed jaundice and was placed in a humidifier overnight. I can’t express the pain I felt at not being able to hold her! I was sobbing uncontrollably, even though I knew she wasn’t in danger. The combination of hormones and no sleep had kicked in with a vengeance. And naturally, Ron chose this moment to continue the argument, which lasted 2 hours.

    When our daughter was 4 months old, my Mum had had enough. She stormed into our house and started yelling and crying. She said she couldn’t handle the way Ron spoke to me and called him a bully. He told her to leave and spent the next 2 months threatening to put a restraining order on her preventing her from seeing our daughter.

    Part of me wishes that I had had the strength and courage to leave him then, God knows I wanted to! I’d had enough and I agreed with my Mum whole-heartedly. But I didn’t, I felt too vulnerable with a 4 month old child and no money. I decided to wait.

    A year later the time had come and I told him, calmly and gently, that I was leaving. He retaliated by threatening to run off with our daughter and I would never see her again. I believed him … and do to this day. I hope you never know the agony of lying awake all night every night worrying that your child will be taken from you.

    A month later, comforted only by the knowledge of a wealthy aunt who I knew would do everything to find them, I told him again that I was leaving. He threatened to kill my mother.

    Another month later and, having realised that I was again pregnant, I told him for the third time that I was leaving. He threatened to kill himself. Again, I believe him. To my great suprise however, only hours later he asked if I would stay if we went to counselling.

    I had very mixed feelings about this. I absolutely wanted out of the relationship, but still felt vulnerable, now having a 1 year old and another on the way. And I felt for him, I really did. I had loved him, even if I felt that had now gone, and I still cared about him. And I really cared about my kids, how could I ever tell them that Daddy killed himself because Mummy left him!

    So again I stayed and encouraged myself with the thought that, even if I still left, maybe the counselling would at least help us deal with custody and child arrangements afterwards.

    Again to my surprise, he came to 3 joint counselling sessions. At the end of the third, our counsellor openly told him that she could not work with him. He was so involved in his own anger and emotions, that he simply couldn’t hear her. She offered him a 6 month anger management course and I was shocked when not only did he accept – he actually did it.

    A year later things were much improved. He seemed to “get it” and the arguments stopped. I can’t say he was loving towards me, but he stopped yelling at me all the time and putting me down in front of other people.

    I kind of wish I could give you the fairy-tale ending and say we lived happily ever after, but Life wants more for us than that. Life didn’t want me to be submissive and down-trodden, hiding every day in fear that he would lash out again (I could never let that fear go no matter how much I wanted to).

    I truly believe that I did exactly what Life wanted for me and I’m deeply grateful to Neale for helping me understand it.

    I became Who I’m Not. I learnt how to fight, I learnt how to be cold and hard and I learnt how to win. But all the while, I knew I was playing a game of pretend.

    I had to pretend to be a person who yells and says mean things, so that I could see that my true nature is calmness and tolerance.

    I had to pretend to be a person who was cold and distant, so that I could see that my true nature is to be loving.

    And I am! I am truly a calm, tolerant and loving person. Every day I have the opportunity to see that, for I am now (very happily) the single mother of two amazing, beautiful little girls. My friends, the ones who knew these things about me when I wouldn’t believe them, are so happy that I can finally say this about myself.

    Do you remember when I met Ron? I was depressed and suicidal. Four years later, I can tell you this about myself.

    I’m proud of me!!! It took amazing courage to stand and fight. It took amazing tolerance to act kindly to someone I was soooo angry with. It took love and a willingness to see someone’s Soul, rather than who they showed me, even when I was terrified of them. And it took a lot of Trust. Trust in me, Trust in my own abilities and Trust in Life.

    So this is my perspective … and you can join my Mum in calling me crazy, or you can join me in Loving and Appreciating myself for Who I REALLY Am.

    The choice, the perspective, is yours ☺

    With love,
    Spirit Wishes

  7. JoyRagan Avatar

    Love the Blog Lisa! The path to forgiveness is always a beautifully hard road but well worth traveling. Owning our power to let go is an amazing lesson. Thank you for sharing.

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