I am happy I am divorced. I am thrilled! The only thing I regret is marrying the con artist bum in the first place. The only wounds I have are the empty bank account and the humiliation of involving myself with a user.
The worst day of my life was my wedding day. The day we split was one of the happiest days of my life.
But there are others who cannot deal with the pain of divorce so readily. I did not mean to infer that this weekend was for you personally.
It has rewards for everyone who attends, however.
Presnetations are given my people like me, my husband died from lung cancer.
Then there is a reflection time for writing and thinking.
Then a small group where many find out that they are not walking the path through grief all alone.
It ends with a Mass. But many Catholics attend also. Very healing weekend.