Irony

It's funny (in the ironic sense) how life turns out.

I remember posting on my old blog, a little over three years ago, when my dad's dad died.  My dad's dad was a worthless philanderer who abandoned my grandmother and their 5 children for another woman, and then raised a family with her.

Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

I said that I wish my grandfather had made different choices because maybe if he had, my grandmother would be alive today.  One thing I have always wanted in my life was to be able to know her.  When my son - who looks exactly like my dad - was born on her birthday, I knew that it was not by coincidence.  As everyone who knows me knows, not long after my son was born, my ex-husband walked out on me and our children for another woman.

In the comments of that blog post, my ex-mother in law said "each of our actions have consequences and in this case it spans generations. But, what a blessing it is to be able to learn from someone else's mistakes."

There is much truth in that.

Without being specific - and I do apologize for being vague - I learned something tonight that broke my heart for someone I used to (and still do) care about in my ex-husband's family.  And as I was reading the story, my ex-mother in law's words resounded through my head, how everyone's actions have consequences.

I want to reach out, and I can't.

I want to tell her I'm sorry, and I can't.

I want to tell her that I think of and pray for them, and I can't.

I want to offer my friendship, my love, my ear...anything.  I can't.

My ex-husband ruined so many things besides just the unit of our family.

His actions have consequences are far reaching and long lasting.

But, I guess I shouldn't care since I'm the enemy anyway, right?

It's just not that easy.  That is not at all who I am.