The Rocky Road After Divorce


Having had the opportunity to write my first blog post for Catholic Match, I spent some time reading through the comments on my entry. One person, Paul-930069, seemed interested in my story of reversion and it got me to think about how we all journey, sometimes smoothly and sometimes on a rocky road, in our relationship with God.  

As a quick recap, I married and then had a reversion back to the Catholic faith. In hindsight, this fact did seem to play a fairly large part in my subsequent divorce. And after much pain and soul-searching, I decided that I could not really blame my ex-husband for his choice to end the marriage. I did indeed change to someone neither of us really recognized: I became a faith filled, practicing Catholic.

Since then, I have come to know and love myself and my faith so much more. And truth be told — as hard as it was to divorce and then complete the annulment process, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I truly see the grace of God in this plan for my life.

I was born and raised in a family who practiced the faith on Sunday and all the holy days of obligation. Faith was not however, part of our daily life. I was encouraged to say my prayers before bed and I attended CCD at my parish. I made all of my sacraments, but as a teenager I became more and more isolated from my faith.

I met my husband when I was in college studying Sociology; more precisely, Feminist Theory. I had long left behind all the patriarchal trappings of the man in Rome.

We married a year after college (in a Catholic Church to respect the traditions of both of our Catholic families) and had two wonderful daughters shortly thereafter. It was this birth of my children which gave me pause.

For so long I believed all that feminist theory business, but this business of mothering children was all new to me. I felt somewhere deep in my soul that this is what I was made for.

I began to have some heated discussions with some of my feminist friends about why feminists didn’t support women who chose to stay at home and raise a family. After all, didn’t we count as women? Why was our choice to stay home less respected than those who put career before family? God was at work in my life already.

Our daughters were baptized Catholic (for the tradition) and my husband, an atheist, let me take the lead in the realm of religion. So, my daughters and I went all over the place as I continued seeking what I didn’t know I had already given up.

The year that my oldest daughter should have been making her First Communion, things got complicated.

First, I didn’t want her to be the only child in an extended family of Catholics not doing these things….then on one September morning, two towers disappeared from the New York City skyline and I was scared. All of a sudden, I began to think very seriously about my responsibilities as a parent. Was I doing right by my daughters?

For the first time in over ten years, I headed to confession. The priest, who had given me my own First Communion so many years before, was kind and thanked God for my return.

My daughters and I began attending daily Mass. And I told my husband that I was not going to be one of those Catholics who told their kids “I don’t know why” when asked questions about the faith.

So, I joined a group at our new Parish and began reading the encyclical “The Christian Family in the Modern World” by my hero Blessed John Paul II.  

That was it; I was hooked. And that’s when I began to change. I see now that I probably got a little extreme in my zeal to follow my new-found faith. It took from 2001 until 2005 for my husband to realize that I really had become a whole new person in Christ. Though I prayed many times a day for my husband to join me on this adventure, he chose a different path.

For a long time, years really, I struggled to understand how God would bring me home and then allow my marriage to disintegrate around me. I was hurting and angry. I struggled to pray. I went to adoration so I could stand in the back and pace, ranting silently at God.

I did a number of things that I couldn’t even excuse because as a Catholic I had come to know better. It felt as if I lived in the confessional. I had an incredible spiritual director who called me out on all my craziness and asked me all the hard questions because he knew my story and cared so seriously about my salvation.

During all of this, I began the annulment process, which was the topic of my previous post.

Since then I have come to know and love myself, my faith and even this rocky path on which I continue to walk.

Looking around at the world, I know I’m not walking this rocky path alone: so many, many people are hurting.

If you are struggling in your faith, picking up the pieces after a divorce, or just trying to find your way, I encourage you to check out the healing you can find in our Church: confession, adoration, spiritual direction, parish organizations.

Even when you don’t feel like being Catholic — especially then — God is walking right beside you and He wants to lead you home.




  1. Jeanne-828027 August 18, 2014 Reply

    I married a Methodist. He never ever contemplated a Catholic marriage; I did. I didn’t think the differences mattered. They did. Two children were baptized as Catholics, one as a Methodist. We attended Methodist church. When my husband turned into someone I didn’t recognize after 21 years of marriage and insisted on divorce with no explanation, I went back to the Catholic church. I said to God, I brought him to You, You didn’t get the job done.

    I don’t like being single, and yes, I find it very difficult to understand why, when I followed all everything God required, am I abandoned. But the worst hurt was the hurt I feel for my children; I will never forget my son’s face when he learned the news or finding a poem my daughter wrote about her heartbreak and how she knew I was still in love with her dad.

    I used to know God, Jesus and Mary were with me, but since my marriage fell apart I can’t feel them. I am lost, I don’t have a clue what God could possibly want from me that I haven’t given Him.

  2. Daniel-903533 May 31, 2013 Reply

    Thank you so much. I’ve been there too. It really struck a cord with me when you mentioned the adoration. I remember, just last year, crying, silently in the back of church during adoration. I was totally frustrated with the situation I am in. I am a lifelong Catholic and would die for my faith. I did everything according to the church and moral law. I was “married” for 2 years, single for 4 years and again, “married” for 2 years and now single for 4 years. It was to the same woman. We tried again. God has a different plan. I accept my cross. I have a beautiful “reward” child in addition to my first, for sticking it out a second time. They are almost exactly 6 years apart and spitting images of each other. I can’t complain (but sometimes I do), I’ve got it pretty good. God is right beside me.

  3. Joseph-961030 May 29, 2013 Reply

    Thank you for sharing your story. I went through divorce that I never thought would be involved with . Yet it was my faith that propelled the healing process When I received the news it was difficult but also felt Mary and Jesus by my side. After much sole search and understand that this was part of my Road to Emmaus . The healing started that weekend and continue today. I pray for my former wife for her conversion back to the faith. I sometimes still struggle with the unknown answers. My faith nourishes the soul and pray that I meet someone in the future that leads to marriage.

  4. Cynthia-901599 May 28, 2013 Reply

    I think her sentence about how she moved from being a Sunday Mass participant to becoming truly involved in the church is what truly makes a difference. I am now living in an upper middle class town of 400 (amazing) people who are predominately retired farmers…it’s a very, very rural area and I love that you cannot ell where my backyard ends and the hilly fields begin. It’s also a German Catholic community. WoW. What a different lifestyle. Daily, you see people walking down our little streets to morning Mass. I’m part of the prayer tree. I’m now a sacristan. I help with the church cleaning. I’m in a weekly bible study at a farm families beautifully located home. We sit outside and watch the river, while talking about our readings. My life now is about God first….. and what a wonderful difference it has made. I am thankful for your story!

  5. Debra-961522 May 25, 2013 Reply

    Thank you so for sharing your life experience. I need the reminder to trust God’s plan, even when I do not understand. I am a brand new Catholic & praying for guidance in finding my place for service in the Church.

  6. Diane L. May 23, 2013 Reply

    Awesome story, so happy for you. God is my rock an salvation I wouldn’t know how to survive this diabolical disorientated Country we’ve become.

  7. Angelica-967320 May 23, 2013 Reply

    Amazing thank you for sharing such an inspiring life!

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