The Day The Music Died

Life isn’t a fairy tale. I know that.

Prince charming doesn’t usually ride up on a white horse to carry you off into the sunset. Good things happen to bad people, and bad things happen to good people. We struggle.

You know that saying, “Life’s a bitch. Then you die.” Although this saying isn’t entirely true and there are so many more amazing, beautiful things in between those two small sentences, some seasons of life seem to resonate more with this phrase.

If you’ve read my blog much or know me personally, you know I’m a pretty hopeless romantic type person.

I believe in love. I believe in miracles. I believe the good guy wins. I hope beyond hope. I have faith when it doesn’t make sense. I dream impossible dreams and believe they can happen. I fight for the underdog, even when it hurts me. I hang in when everyone else has given up. And I always believe it’ll be worth it.

I went into my marriage this way, and despite the wreckage that resulted from it, I am still that person at my core.

I like this about myself, but I hate it at the same time. It sets me up for a lot of heartache. It peels open my heart for others, even if they don’t deserve that much of me. It makes me work harder for others than they work for themselves. At times, it makes me look like a fool.

Throughout my separation and divorce, I’ve had to work hard to merge my head and my heart. My head has gained strength faster than my heart, and I’ve struggled at times to protect my heart from the person who destroyed it.

Because my head is strong, it has been able to compensate for my weak heart. I’ve been able to present an image of bravery. An image of strength and indifference. I’ve been able to convince even myself that I could no longer be moved by the cunning cajolery dispensed by my husband in an attempt to keep me in his grip.

Underneath my undaunted appearance, however, lied the same hopeless romantic, miracle believing, love story dreaming girl who’s heart still partly resided in someone else’s chest.

That is, until this past weekend.

This past weekend, something inside me changed. A person can only see evidence of dishonesty, proof of manipulation, and confirmation of true unyielding sickness so many times before their heart has no choice but to change.

I’ve held out hope for the miracle to occur within my husband for the last 4 1/2 years. I’ve spent the equivalent of months on my knees for this man. I’ve tried to convince others he could be sincere. I’ve tried to believe his words and ignore his actions. And in the midst of a divorce and repeated proof of his true intentions and the truth of his heart, I still wanted to believe some sliver of his lies could be true.

After my predictions of what he’d do in terms of visitation with my sons held true and I not only caught my husband in the thick of his lies and excuses, but saw him in it, something inside me shifted.

I’ve wanted to protect my sons from the heartbreak their father caused me. And for a while, I thought I might be able to. This weekend, I realized I cannot. Their sweet, innocent hearts will inevitably be crushed just as mine has been and there is close to nothing I can do about it.

My husband broke a promise to my sons just as he has to me for years. It wasn’t the first, and it won’t be the last. But going to his door to find him in the exact same pathetic, hungover, lie infested state he was always in prior to the birth of my sons, after seeing his deceit all day long as he tried to create excuses for why he couldn’t see his boys as he promised, did something to my heart I wasn’t expecting.

The piece of it that still belonged to him died in that instant. That part of my heart that ached for him, fought for him, and believed in him was shut down. The truth and reality of who he is swallowed me whole and I could no longer run from it and pretend it might change.

While I will always believe in miracles and trust in God’s power to change hearts, I know that in order for Him to work a miracle, the heart must be surrendered. My husband’s heart may be surrendered to something, but it sure isn’t God.

As I looked into his eyes, this man who at one time held my whole soul in his hands, I felt every emotion in a matter of seconds. My heart dropped as the truth of what I knew in my head sunk into my heart and the two collided.

Not two hours earlier I’d said to a friend, “I think my heart may always hurt. I may always love him and feel pulled when he flowers me with his sweet, manipulative words.” In that moment, standing in the doorway of this sick, drunken individual, I knew that statement was no longer true.

It was a moment I’ll never forget. A moment my hope stopped. A moment truth slapped me in the face and the sting shut the lights of my heart off. The moment I truly released him. The moment I realized my heart wouldn’t be the only one broken by this man. The moment I knew 3 other tiny hearts who anxiously awaited his presence as they sat in the van beaming with excitement to see their daddy, would be shattered over the years as they endure his broken promises and empty words as I have.

Until that moment, my heart, though broken, still sang a silent melody for this man. But this past Saturday was truly the day the music died.

All that’s left now is the remnants of a life I hoped he could live. Faded notes of a song my heart once sang.

I will continue praying and believing that God will somehow break the wall surrounding his heart so that if nothing else, he doesn’t destroy my son’s hearts as he did mine. But I will no longer hold onto the ache of love I felt for him. The ache now is for my sons. And for the loss of a dream, both for myself and for my husband, knowing only he can change his circumstances and let God’s love in.

My heart and my love shifted this weekend. In a way I will always love my husband because he gave me the greatest gifts of my life. I have forgiven him for the pain he caused me in the past, and I trust God will give me the courage to forgive him for the pain he will surely cause me and my sons in the future. But I will no longer carry the burden of hope for a changed life while he actively fights against it. I will no longer allow my heart to faulter when the smooth lies leap from his mouth. And I will no longer let my heart beat to the music of love I once held for him.

The sting of a lost love, a broken heart, and a shattered dream may last a while. But I now know it’s time for a new song.

Just Click To Send A Vote For Us @ Top Mommy Blogs

Our Growing Roots

18 thoughts on “The Day The Music Died

  1. How devastating. Honestly, Rachael, I have no words. I feel so sad for those boys and their future relationship with their dad. I hope you don’t mind my saying though, that I’m happy for you that you are now letting him go. He’s not yours to fix. You deserve better. Those boys deserve better too. It is a devastating ordeal, but you and the boys have each other. This post has put a pit in my stomach, I wish I could give you a hug-even though it wouldn’t change anything. Just know, that you and your little ones are in my prayers. (How’s that for “no words.” ☺️)

    Liked by 2 people

    • Tarynn, your no words words mean so much! Thank you! You’re exactly right that he’s not mine to fix. It took me a long time to realize that. We are better off now and I pray he gets it together, but even if he doesn’t, I know we will be ok. Thank you for your heartfelt words! ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  2. The day you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, is the day that God picks you up and fills you with love that can only come from Him. He will fill the hearts of your children too💙 When their hearts break at the actions of their dad, God’s love will be there to let them know that they are worthy in the eyes of our true Father in Heaven! I share your heartache for the innocent children, who have made no choices on their own to lead them to the emotional pain caused by an abusive parent. You are in my prayers…may God’s Army of Angels go before you and the boys, and stand beside you…always💜

    Liked by 1 person

  3. So heartbreaking, yet so empowering. I truly feel sorry for your sweet boys and what they have/will have to go through, but your strength to let go after all this time is something that I think few people find within themselves. Prayers for you and your family!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I am sorry for all of the pain you have been through in your relationship. I understand why something snapped and your music became silent the moment it sunk in that he could cause your sons the same kind of pain. I hope he gets help so that you and your sons can be protected from future hurt and they can have meaningful memories with their Dad.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I’m so sorry, Rachael. This just breaks my heart. So many victims in this. My thoughts and prayers are with you as you endure this awful process and seek to find some redemption and strength and be everything to your little ones. You are a strong and inspirational woman.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Wow, that’s some powerful writing right there. I’m sorry you experienced the day the music died but I know from experience that it is the beginning of your next chapter. I will never forget the moment my first husband raised his hand to me, I was holding our six month old daughter at the time. That is the moment we both realised I couldn’t fix him and it wasn’t safe for him to be in our lives. He never came back. I can relate to your situation so much and have so much I want to say but I won’t. I think you have an amazing handle on things. From your words I can tell you’re an amazing mama who will fiercely love her boys, and as much as possible protect them from their earthly father. Their heavenly father will fill the gaps to overflowing. And you will again sing the song of a completely hopeless romantic…it will be worth it.

    Liked by 2 people

    • Oh wow this gave me chills. What a beautiful, thoughtful response. Thank you! I’m so sorry you walked this path. I agree this moment is life changing and is the beginning of the next chapter. Its painful but necessary for healing. I love what you said at the end. I know that regardless of the boys earthly father, their heavenly father will stand in the gap and fill them to overflowing as you so beautifully stated, thank you!


  7. Rachael, you are one strong woman. I both admire and am inspired by you. I don’t know exactly what words to say, but do know that you and your boys will be in my thoughts. You are so strong. 🙂 Beautifully written, Rachael.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. What a heartfelt post. You communicate your feelings so beautifully… but I am sure it is so hard. Can’t imagine what you are facing. But as others have said, God has equipped you to be your boys’ mom… and they are blessed to have such a passionately committed mom!

    Liked by 1 person

Thank you for reading! Leave a Reply, and share if you feel so moved! Please also click on the TMB icon and send in a vote once a day! Comments are the peanut butter to my jelly and I appreciate every single one!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s