The Scarlet D
Sitting at the kitchen table, a song came to me, one I had started to love because of the Motown beat. As I sat reading the lyrics I began to sob. The song had nothing to do with my life or my past, but it suddenly occured to me. I still wasn't over it. I had told my Love that very thing. He held me as I cried in his arms. I was still deeply wounded over the divorce. As I sat sobbing, asking God to heal my heart. I felt so robbed. I felt robbed of my children, robbed of my heart I had freely given, robbed of my effort and time, and robbed of my personal possessions. Divorce was never a word in my life. It was never an option. But here I sat at the kitchen table knowing I was still hurting from it - hurting because the whole thing was just so unfair. I would forever wear the "Scarlet D" of divorce. And I was so broken and ashamed by that. Later, my youngest with sweet, innocent eyes, looked up at me imploringly. "Mommy, will you please get back together with Daddy?...