I want to start this out with a disclaimer about how absolutely mortified I am to be openly talking about being divorced, as well as laying some ground rules. Except with those very close to me (like three people) I do not talk about it. I realize divorce is a reality for like half of the American population, but it was never something that I, as a younger person, thought that I personally would deal with as a reality in my own life. But then it was. I'd love to never talk about it again, and, quite honestly, am writing this begrudgingly, in obedience to the Holy Spirit and out of love for the many people who I've been lucky enough to cross paths with who deal with the debilitating sting of the shame of divorce. GROUND RULES: *I do not and will not speak badly of my ex-husband. I love and care about him very much, and he is the father of our two beautiful kids. This story is about being divorced, not getting divorced. *I am not mad at the Church, or ...