In 2011, after 32 years of marriage, I got out of an unhealthy marriage only to find myself on a deserted Island, so to speak. Friends, family, and ward members seemed to go into hiding the moment I found myself in unchartered territory. Not only did I feel deserted, I was suddenly the target of great ridicule and judgment from those who I considered to be my comrades, and should have been my emotional support.
I wondered if anyone really cared about me now that my family had fallen apart? Was I no longer wanted in the church as a divided entity? Had I belonged to a “Perfect Family Club” all along and didn’t know it until I no longer fit in?