Since my parents went through a rather emotionally and financially draining divorce during the latter half of my teen-age years, I got quite a few of glimpses of my parent's mistakes. My father, an Episcopalian for as long as I could remember, decided to convert to Catholicism in order to seek an annulment for his first marriage to my mother. The woman he was next marrying sponsored his "conversion" to the Catholic church.
My father's "conversion" seemed to occur overnight, as did his engagement to the woman he suddenly decided to marry. In fact, they were married less than a week after my parents' divorce was legally finalized. My sister and I were not invited to the ceremony, although this did not come as a surprise to either one of us.
During my parents' marriage, my father twice left suddenly and did not initiate contact with either my sister or I for months afterwards. By the time we would receive a card with no return address or means of contacting him, we had already felt rejected and hurt. When I was 14, my father, disgusted and bitter over the choices that he'd made in his own life advised me, "Don't ever get married and don't ever have kids. That was my biggest mistake." Apparently, it's never too late to make "corrections", because less than two years later he moved out, cutoff all contact with my mother, sister and I. (more...)
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