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2014 is turning out to be a year of many anniversaries and passages for me. I’ve been sharing many of them; here’s another.
I moved to Indianapolis at the end of August in 1994. My 20 years here can be divided into two 10-year periods: before and after my wife decided not to be married to me anymore.
Terre Haute doesn’t get much positive press, but I liked the small-city vibe and enjoyed living there. It was remarkable that I could find work in software development there, as the city wasn’t exactly a high-tech hub. But when the company I worked for started to fail, I knew it was time to go. I wanted to stay in Indiana, and the jobs in my field were concentrated in Indianapolis. So I got a job and an apartment here. I reflected once before here that I struggled to adapt to the bigger-city life, but I think I’ve finally done it.
A year later my girlfriend moved here and we married. Our marriage was a disaster, and it’s better for everybody that it ended. The last couple years we were together and the couple years it took for our divorce to work through the legal system were deeply destructive. They were the worst years of my life. I came out of it with considerable emotional damage that took me a long time to work through.
I suppose the best response to divorce is to build a better life afterward, and that’s what I’ve done. I’ve accomplished a great deal in my career. I’ve pursued my interests: writing, cameras and photography, and the old roads. I’ve made a comfortable home where I’ve raised my sons, at least on the days our custody agreement places them with me.
I’ve doubled down on parenthood. I’d wanted marriage and children from the time I was a teenager. But my marriage was filled with strife, and I was exhausted and depressed so much of the time that I lacked the energy to be the dad I’d always wanted to be. I still think it’s a shame that my sons didn’t get a whole, healthy, and functioning family. But what they have gotten since the divorce is a whole, healthy, and functioning father who has done his best to raise them into fine men.
Here are the blog posts I enjoyed most this week.
Amanda Hill writes about remembering painful times while something as simple as making a meal involving peas shucked the summer before brings her right back to the present and its joys, in which she finds our Father’s redemption. Read The Shelling of Prayers
A blogger who goes by The Chirurgeon’s Apprentice tells the history of painless childbirth. None other than Queen Victoria of England eased very real fears surrounding the drugs involved. Read The Anaesthetized Queen & the Path to Painless Childbirth
Photographer and vintage-camera collector Mike Connealy walked through the Santa Fe National Forest with a 60-year-old German camera this week and captured some lovely color photos of what he saw. Read Day Trip