History

     Have you ever heard the phrase that history repeats itself? I have heard it a lot in reference to people. For example a lot of people have said that children of divorce grow up and get a divorce themselves. Before I was born my parents were divorced. On the day they signed the papers they had a moment of insanity. I was that moment of insanity. Although my folks never remarried, my dad was always around. In fact, I never realized they were technically divorced until I was in my early twenties. Even my maternal grandparents were divorced back when it wasn’t fashionable to do so. The vicious cycle began all those years ago. History repeated itself with my parents, and then with my sister who was divorced 3 times, and even with me. This is my second marriage.

     When you are a product of divorce you are never taught that marriage should be a one shot deal. You know from experience that if things don’t work out there is an escape clause. You don’t have to tolerate that a$$ forever, you simply kick them to the curb and find someone else. The sanctity of marriage is lost in the process. Even though my first marriage ended in divorce, I still wanted the happily ever after. I knew that marriage was intended for a lifetime. While taking the vows you promise to love each other till death parts you, through sickness and health. On the flipside of the coin, my paternal grandparents were married over 50 years, had 5 kids, and oodles of grandkids including yours truly. Their home was filled with happiness, belief in G0d, and the importance of family. Hopefully their history repeats itself with me and my husband and we have broken the cycle and my kids will find the right one before they take the plunge. It is my hope they will value family and not take their marriage vows lightly making good choices.

     History repeats itself because people are creatures of habit. They simply do what they know. If kids are abused, they will grow up to be the ones that abuse. Even more sadly, they may think that is all they deserve and search for a partner that will continue the abusive cycle thinking if someone truly loves them, they will knock them upside the head or push them down the stairs.

    

      Even as you read this your life is playing out. Your history is being written. I used to think that history had more to do with what happened years ago. You know, like the facts that we all memorized back in our high school history classes. History involved wars, discovering new places, inventing new things, and past presidential terms. On closer reflection, each of us is apart of history. We are the ancestors of future generations, just as our great grandparents are to us.

  

       One day we will be all regulated to history. Loved ones that have passed on are essential parts of our own personal history. They are gone, but not forgotten and still very much alive in our minds. We are all very much apart of the tapestry of history. My great grandfather was a farmer, then my grandfather farmed, and two of my uncles followed suit and became farmers. My dad was a truck driver, and I married a truck driver. History continues to repeat itself through the generations whether in matters of lifestyle or profession. There will always be those that come along and have the balls to throw a monkey wrench in the gears and dare to be different. Regardless, history will continue to write itself until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.