It’s Wednesday, the day when we talk marriage! I introduce a topic, and then you follow up either by commenting or by writing your own post and then linking up!
Usually on Wednesdays I say something inspiring, practical, or cautionary. But at least I give advice.
Today I just want to rant, and I do hope you’ll excuse me. First, a bit of background. I have to admit that I like country music. When there’s nothing good on the Christian station where I live, the dial always goes to country. And when I’m driving three hours to a speaking engagement, chances are I’m listening to country all the way there, singing to make sure I don’t get tired on the road.
But one of the songs that’s way high at the top of the charts right now makes me so mad I could spit. It’s by the Zac Brown Band, called Highway 20 Ride, about a dad who feels badly because he can’t be with his son. Here’s a snippet:
A day might come you’ll realize that if you see through my eyes
There was no other way to work it out
And a part of you might hate me
But son please don’t mistake me for a man that didn’t care at all
And I’ll drive
And I’ll think about my life
And wonder why, that I’ll slowly die inside
Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line and I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride
The whole song has a very melancholy ring–the music, the lyrics, the beat. It tells the story of a guy who says “there was no other way to work it out”, so he left, and he only gets to see his son every other weekend. He feels lousy, because he loves his son and wants to be with him, and that’s fine. I understand that. He’s sad, and he hopes one day his son will understand.
Frankly, I don’t care if you’re sad.I don’t care if you’re feeling helpless. It’s YOUR KID. Make your marriage work, or live right next door and see them everyday anyway. It’s not rocket science. I know many couples who have split up who still both spend a ton of time in the kids’ lives.
You are the adult. Once you are the adult, it means that you put responsibility before your feelings. That’s what adults do. And your responsibility to your child comes first. I keep hearing people on the radio talk about what a moving song this is, and I wonder, “what is the little boy thinking who is hearing this song”? I don’t think he thinks it’s such a great song. I think he wishes his father would stop feeling sorry for himself and come back home where he belongs.
Trust me, as the child of divorced parents, I can honestly tell you I didn’t particularly care how unhappy my father was in the marriage. I really wasn’t interestd in the fact that he loved another woman. I still don’t. What mattered to me as a child was not his feelings. It was the fact that he left us.
Today I’m not angry at him. I feel more sorry for him, because he missed out on my life, and he doesn’t really know my children well. But I do understand the emotion in this song, because I have experienced it my whole life, and I believe even more strongly that self-absorption is pathetic. Feeling badly won’t make up for leaving your child. I’m sorry if the marriage was awful, but that child never asked for you to get married. That child never asked for that relationship–that child only came afterwards. And now you have a responsibility.
Unfortunately, too many people feel that they don’t have to live up to their responsibility because life is making it impossible. In this vein of thinking, life is something that happens to them, as if they have no control. “The marriage fell apart”. “We couldn’t fix it”. It’s as if the marriage is something external to you, happening to you, instead of something in which you have a choice. They like seeing themselves as helpless because then they can justify to themselves why they didn’t try harder or take the road less traveled by. It wasn’t their choice, you see.
There is always a choice. Maybe it’s a choice to keep loving, even when your spouse doesn’t, because you know it’s the right thing to do. And studies show that in these situations, 5 years later more than 80% of married people consider their marriage “good” or “very good”. Just because it’s rotten now doesn’t mean it always will be. Even if someone leaves you, you still have a choice in terms of how you treat your child. You can move to the same neighbourhood. You can fight for access. You can love that child anyway. You have a choice.
So take it. That’s what makes you an adult. Stop wallowing, shut up, and go home. There. I think that just about sums it up.