Knowing When Enough Is Enough

I envy you so much…” Her voice trails off into the darkness…her eyes wonders off to the unknown horizon.

Huh? Why??” The very notion of her question took me by surprise.

Because you have it all under control. You took the leap and let go of your pain.” I can feel every inch of her pain tucked deep behind every words and my heart is breaking. “And now you’re in a happy place.” She let a sigh heavily slipped through her troubled soul “And I can’t do the same thing…

God, my heart is scattered right then and there for her. Such a beautiful tormented soul.

I did that…took the leap…and I am now in a happy place but I still have my moments you know. The healing process is a journey.” I wanted to hug her “Everybody is different. You’re actually stronger than you thought.

Wished I could gave her a more assuring, a more clever witted wisdom loaded answer than that but she knows that I care a whole lot.

If I was strong, I would’ve left a long time ago…

When Enough Is Enough

Yes, I took that leap of faith – maybe blinded by so much emotion – but now looking back I could positively say that I sure am glad that I did what I did. Yes, that one top shot lady lawyer blamed me for moving out while I sat in her fancy office bawling my eyes out because she said that was the stupidest move ever.

In the two years leading up to my moving out, there were plenty of times where I contemplating on leaving but never have the guts to actually do it. Hoping he would change made me decided to stay, to fought a little more to glue together a marriage that was clearly had fallen apart at the seams.

Until that moment came…

It was exactly two years and ten days ago, that I finally got the guts to walk away.

Two years and ten days ago, just two days after my birthday, I saw those smiling faces mocking me through the monitor and my life was forever changed.

Two years and ten days ago, I came ‘home’ to that cold sanctuary that supposed to be ‘our home’ and packed up as much of my stuffs as I can. Moved out on 4 March 2010. To add a dramatic touch…I smashed ‘our’ framed picture on the living room floor and shred the picture to pieces and drop that smiling picture of the love birds on top of the mess.

Two years and ten days ago, my world was shaken to its core, my belief in marriage shattered.

Two years and ten days ago…I started hating my birthday.

I was in the darkest deepest pit of despair

That was my “I-had-enough-moment!”, albeit the short-lived attempt to try and fix the marriage again, in a way it was the pain that pushed me to regain my life.

There is no clear cut ways of knowing when enough is enough. Every marriage is different, every case is different. If I had the courage to walked out and end mine, it doesn’t mean I expect all my unhappily married friends to follow suit.

I’ve heard stories of women staying in unhappy marriage for so many different reasons for years, some never leave but it’s their choice and I try not to judge and be supportive instead.

Should You Stay Or Should You Go

As a friend, part of me wish she would leave, would reclaim her own happiness in life instead of living in pain all the time. She deserves better than living a lie that slowly kill her soul inside.

She knows how I feel but I won’t dictate her. If she decided to stay then I would be right there on the sideline being her shoulder to cry on and letting her venting it all out because I understand…I was in her shoes over two years ago. Should she chose to leave she knows I’m there for her too.

That goes for all women contemplating on ending their marriage for whatever reasons. No one can tell you what to do! Knows that if you decide to stay there are prices to pay and maybe – just maybe – your marriage can be salvage, but there are also prices to pay when you decide to get divorce.

Only you knows what is right for you and especially if you have children involves then things won’t be as clear cut.

In a way it’s a catch 22 when there are children in the mix and I can’t give you any advice on what to do other than do what’s best for YOU. I decided to end my marriage because of infidelities and it wasn’t easy but yes, I am in a much happier place today.

And no, I don’t hate my birthday anymore.

I have more reasons to celebrate life now.

If you are divorced when was that moment that you know you had enough? If you are not divorced, what advice would you give to your unhappily married friends?

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  1. March 14, 2012 / 8:37 pm

    You are a brave and strong woman, Maureen. I know it must have been so difficult, and yet you chose to reclaim your happiness and life, and march on with the pain. For that, I applaud you.

  2. March 15, 2012 / 12:06 am

    Such a powerful post…I’ve known many women caught in things that they no longer wanted to be in. Sometimes it does take a leap of faith.

  3. March 15, 2012 / 12:31 am

    Kudos to you for realizing when enough is enough. I realized it twice before, and I hope not to go through it again. It’s difficult but possible. You are a great example of that.

  4. March 15, 2012 / 5:29 am

    Very brave. Very powerful. Very inspiring… you made the choice that was best for you. I’m glad you don’t hate your birthdays anymore 🙂

  5. March 15, 2012 / 7:40 am

    Wow. What an honest and powerful post to share. Thank you baring your soul with us.

  6. March 15, 2012 / 7:49 am

    I love your honesty. Your advice is sound – every person’s situation is different and you can’t judge. You can only be there for your friend. It was hard and brave at the same time for you to leave your cheating husband, but now you have a freedom you didn’t have before – freedom of knowing you are not with someone who is lying to you and devaluing you, and making a mockery of your family. You and your son deserve better!

  7. March 15, 2012 / 8:18 am

    It sounds like you did the right thing. And were strong enough to be able to do it. xo

  8. March 15, 2012 / 8:56 am

    You’re a good friend to lend that shoulder unconditionally. Your friend needs you now and sooner or later, she’ll find herself in a “happy place” thanks to you. It’s not the same but I left my job four years ago and it was a lot like a bad breakup. It was humiliating, emotional and full of doubt but like you, I am in a “happy place”.

    There’s nothing like finding out you’ve always been home…

  9. March 15, 2012 / 9:37 am

    Incredible stength. You always have to go with your gut. In the end it won’t steer you wrong.

    Happy that you like your birthday again. 🙂

  10. March 15, 2012 / 10:06 am

    This is such an impossible question. I’ve had that ‘I’ve had enough!” moment a million times… but am still married. No one knows anyone else’s “enough” moment, and most people don’t even know their own. I certainly don’t… 🙂

  11. March 15, 2012 / 10:32 am

    I’m glad you did what you had to do 2 years and 10 days ago and that you’re in a much better place now. I admire how strong you are!
    It’s tough to give people advice about unhappy marriages. I guess everyone has their own personal reasons for staying or going. My sister-in-law was married for 20 years to a guy she couldn’t stand and finally divorced him recently. We were relieved but we just didn’t understand why she didn’t do it sooner.

  12. March 16, 2012 / 7:56 am

    I admire your strength, so much. It’s one thing to work on a marriage but once the point of no return is reached, a person has to take their own happiness and, well, sanity into account. I’m so glad you took that step.

  13. March 17, 2012 / 7:14 pm

    I wasn’t the one who left, but the moment I knew I was truly done was when, while we were still married, although separated, he introduced the children to the woman for whom he’d left. He’s said in through lawyers that he wouldn’t and knew that I felt strongly that he wait until the divorce was final and he willfully defied everyone. At the moment, I knew I’d had enough.

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