It is the battered children that have the most pain
Later in life.
Does the body grow accustomed to it?
Are we most self-destructive, injured more easily?
But mine was caused by an accident
While I was stopped at a traffic light.
I lost everything—my wife left, taking the business
And our friends. She lied, saying I’d battered her.
When I confronted her, she said, ‘should I have told them
You were gay?” Yes, it would have been the truth.
How on earth did I marry a compulsive liar?
Someone who took valium behind my back.
Someone who hated me when I told her she couldn’t drink.
Now she drinks—she left the husband after me.
The emotional pain—the divorce– lacerated my soul.
I turned to God, desperate and angry.
His mercy kept me alive.
My ex- had left the church, never looked back.
And I found God with an intensity
That took my breath away.
So who won in the divorce?
She got the possessions and friends—
Until a year later when everyone realized
What she had done.
Even the pain becomes an old standby.
I don’t take painkillers, don’t drink.
Even the mood swings have evened out.
God has put good treatments in my life.
I made new friends—closer, richer relationships.
People that like me, not as part of a rich and glamorous couple.
They know about the pain, the insanity, the poverty.
They are fine with it.
Suits me just fine, too.