The painting on the left is called Transluscent Fragments of a Broken Family. The painter is Kenneth Agnello. Click here for information on buying the original. I find the painting both haunting and beautiful. Perhaps that’s a good thing. It makes me feel hopeful on some indefinable level.
I recently declared myself finished with divorce (on this site). Okay, I didn’t say that to you, but I whispered it to myself. I thought I could no longer be hurt by it. I discovered last weekend that even though the divorce no longer has power over me, that is, power to hurt me as it once did, still I hurt when a child or a grandchild is hurting as a result of the actions of other parties involved.
On Saturday, my ex-husband D and his lady-love got married. That’s fine. I wish them happiness. Really, I do. Here’s the thing–they chose not to invite one of his stepdaughters to the wedding. The other two were invited. That meant that one young teenage granddaughter who would have liked going and being there with her cousins could not attend because her little segment of the family was excluded. She reacted with anger, but it was not anger she was feeling. The show of anger was a cover for the inner pain she was suffering.
I cannot begin to imagine what sort of thinking went into their decision; I can only conclude that the D I lived with and loved those many years would never have imposed that sort of punishment on an innocent child. How I wish I could have protected her.
Tonight I am sad. Once again I have a tear in my eye. I thought I had shed them all.