Divorce On The First Date

“I don’t believe in divorce,” Lisa declared in between bites of her spinach lasagna.

“Uh, I’m sorry?” I inquired as my mind jarringly shifted from the lovely drought of wine I just swallowed to the thought of a ferociously sensitive and heart-wrenching topic.

“I don’t believe anyone who gets married should ever get a divorce.”

I was perplexed. I’m sure my face hardened with judgment despite my attempts to cycle through the mantra, “Benefit of the doubt,” “Benefit of the doubt,” “Give her the benefit of the doubt.”

“Divorce is wrong,” she said confidently.

And there it was: The truth. In her eyes. The end of this relationship in mine. Suddenly my pasta primavera tasted less hearty; the wine less smooth.

“I think in marriage, all problems can be fixed through hard work,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Unable to respond in a friendly manner at this point, I immediately lost myself in the thought of how I should end this date. Should I just end it right now? Throw my money angrily on the table and storm out? Should I muscle through? Shovel my meal down in a frenzy, walk her to her car, and say, “So long divorce hater!” Should I never call her again? Or perhaps this could just be a one-nighter. Get a few more glasses of wine, get a little saucy, go back to mine and tear each other’s clothes off? But more likely, this was the moment my therapist was talking about. The moment when I had to look more deeply than the first sign of a red flag.

Too many times have I chalked up a failed attempt at a relationship to being simple disinterest. Disinterest stemming from her toes are crooked, she makes this weird face when we’re about to kiss, she was rude to the guy who sold us our movie tickets, she’s sexually inhibited, she’s a smoker, she doesn’t understand the difference between childlike and childish, she doesn’t know how to open her heart to love, and so forth, and so on.

But that’s what my therapist observed. And when he pointed it out for the first time, I literally laughed out loud. He said, “When things get uncomfortable for you, Steve, you let go. You move on emotionally before the relationship is even over. You flip a switch.” And he was right! It was as if he was watching each of my dates from across the restaurant behind an upside down New York Times and a fake beard. But he has a real beard. And a real point. So perhaps this was the opportunity to confront that discomfort; stand up to the fear it represented.

Step one: Seek first to understand.

“What about physical or emotional abuse?” I challenged Lisa, trying to hide my distaste for her obvious lack of experience with divorce. An act which can be the first step toward freeing and empowering victims of abuse.

“Therapy,” she offered.

“And if one party isn’t interested?”

“Well, you need to know who you’re marrying before you marry,” she responded smugly. I could almost taste the bile rushing from my stomach to the back of my throat.

She continued on, detailing that growing up to first generation Filipino parents as a Catholic in Texas, nothing was more defiling to God — or her parents, for that matter — than divorce. My disbelief and disgust that she believed what she was saying was immobilizing. My face still was hardened. My shoulders were stiff. My right hand gripped my glass of wine while my left clutched the arm of the chair in which I sat. I finally spoke, revealing the source of my angst and tension.

“My parents are divorced,” I said.

Her face turned pale. Then a faint shade of red. Her mouth quietly gaped open. Her eyes sought comfort in the basket of bread on the table between us. I shared four words. But four were all she needed to realize that unloading her opinion about such a sensitive subject on a second date wasn’t necessarily the most tactful idea. Despite my anger, frustration, and willingness to bail, I let her explain her feelings while maintaining my composure.

Step two: Share the reason that triggered the switch to be flipped.

“My parents were divorced when I was ten years old,” I went on as Lisa fell silent. “There was no abuse, but my dad didn’t know who he was. He hated himself. He didn’t know how to be loved. He was negative all the time; couldn’t communicate. My mother couldn’t deal with it, so they got divorced. But now, twenty-two years alters, they’re friends. They actually come to LA together to visit me from Massachusetts. They go to the movies on weekends and visit my brother’s family together. It’s weird, but it’s awesome. That divorce was the best thing that ever happened to my family. I can’t imagine how awful things might’ve been had they stayed together.”

I opened up. Against my initial feeling of being trapped and defensive. I let my walls down for a moment. My face softened. My shoulders laxed. My right hand lifted the glass of wine towards my lips. My left found its place on the table next to my plate.

Step three: Extend the benefit of the doubt.

She continued to explain that despite her parents being together, they slept in different rooms and hardly ever interacted. Dad travelled a lot. Mom kept away from the house when he was home. It wasn’t pretty, but divorce wasn’t even something that ever entered the discussion; it just wasn’t acceptable.

I sympathized for her. I felt her distress. But I still didn’t fully understand why she despised divorce as much as she did. If her parents didn’t love each other, what was the point of staying together? Why bother playing house? What’s a relationship without communication? Why defend a relationship that is clearly irreparable? I had to figure this out or get out.

But before I flipped the table and bolted for the nearest door, my mind found itself on a thought of acceptance and forgiveness. The thought that everyone deserves acceptance for their feelings, no matter how different they may be from my own. And each of us deserves forgiveness for the judgments we make. Including me. Then everything became perfectly clear. As if I was sitting across from my bearded therapist in the armchair with the green and beige palm tree pattern. I didn’t need to figure this out. I didn’t need to get out. I was inside of an uncomfortable moment, yes, but this was certainly not any reason for me to jump ship so hastily. I needed to forgive myself for wanting to jump ship and for so vehemently denying this woman a chance to see me from the inside out because of one difference in our beliefs.

So, she didn’t believe in divorce. So what? Were we married? Were we planning on getting married? Were we even dating? Or was I just taking this woman out to dinner to get to know her better? To find out whom she was on the inside? To potentially find someone who I could fall in love with, begin a life with, and not get divorced from?

Lisa excused herself to use the restroom, but before she got up, she gently rested her right hand on my left hand and said in her subtle southern accent, “Ya know, I’m not going to jump out the bathroom window. I’m looking forward to getting back to the fun conversation.”

“I’ll be right here,” I responded. And I meant it. TC mark

image – SuzetteSuzette


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  • Sophia

    I really, really liked this.

  • Tiggers

    Well done – good luck on the third date. Communication is key. 

  • Andrea

    little known fact: the philippines and the vatican are the only places in the world where divorce isn’t recognized as a civil process. it literally is not an option.

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  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=507159106 Nikki McGillicuddy

    Great piece. I enjoyed the subtle humor injected into such a serious topic.  I just read another article on Fundamental attribution error, which goes nicely with this one. 


    compassion is a rare thing these days. good for you.

  • Anonymous

    Typo: twenty-two years alter

    Loved your vulnerability and analysis in your article and the idea of catching the red flags in the beginning.

    • Anonymous

      Oops not a typo just read it wrong.

  • http://twitter.com/AFDex16 Tony F.

    this was great, thanks. :)

  • http://twitter.com/keehillman Keeley Hillman

    This was really well written, thanks for the read.

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  • Brian

    Awesome job, bro. Really thoughtful. You’re a great writer.

  • http://pulse.yahoo.com/_4T27JL52BMUIB55WOG3BZDTTBU Mercedes

    As a mixed-person raised by my Filipino mother and thus having to deal with Filipino culture, I can understand where the young woman you were talking to is coming from. In the Philippines, divorce is not an option. Your husband could be beating the shit out of you every night (which for some cases is true) and you will still not get divorced.  However, because I am more liberal and more modern with my opinions, I completely understand why you felt that way about her opinion. Every time I speak with Filipinos about divorce, I cannot help but think they are simply ignorant for not accepting the whole concept. 

    But then again, perhaps I should show some more compassion like you did.

  • jam jam

    loved this! interestingly enough, i’m filipino too, and my parents are divorced, so i understood your reaction much more completely than i did her opinion. your piece was a wonderful lesson in compassion, and i hope i see more from you in the future!

  • Kelly

    {{{Applause! Applause! Applause!}}} So proud of you! Not only for writing such a great piece but for stepping outside your comfort zone and allowing yourself to have this experience so that you COULD write and share it with us! Can’t wait to read more. Love your sis, K~

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  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=10036647 Aimee Vondrak

    DAMN. This is great. How often have we all been the accusatory parties in an early date/courting situation? We all turn into Seinfeld characters when they say/do/have one thing we don’t agree with. “OMG he hates country music. It’s not meant to be. This is pointless.” A real conversation I’ve had in my head. Truth.

    • a.

      I do the same thing.. but honestly, country music? Nope. Moving on.

      • http://twitter.com/mung_beans Mung Beans

        if you don’t like some country music, you’re a jerk

  • http://twitter.com/mariedabbles Marie Martinez

    “The thought that everyone deserves acceptance for their feelings, no
    matter how different they may be from my own. And each of us deserves
    forgiveness for the judgments we make.”

    If everyone applied this to their lives, if everyone realized this. If everyone accepted everyone else for their backgrounds and their beliefs and their “selves!” We would all be so much happier. The world would be a much better place.

  • http://www.facebook.com/patrickhuffine Patrick Huffine

    Great job. It’s all just conversation. Just a bit of your time, a piece of your life. A story to tell. Glad you pushed through and had an enjoyable meal. We should all strive to be more open and accepting.

  • http://twitter.com/catedeleon Cate de Leon

    A lot of liberal people can forget that they can be bigots too (yours truly included). They forget to extend the same open-mindedness and understanding that they demand from other people. Which is why this article came as a surprise. I was expecting a full blown, self-righteous argument, but instead found two very different people genuinely connecting :)

    • Guest

      I think calling liberals bigots is a little off. They can be assholes about conveying their own opinions, but I would say by definition all liberals think everyone is entitled to their own opinion about things as long as it doesn’t negatively affect someone else. Acceptance comes into play if the girl in the story had said that divorce should be illegal vs. she doesn’t believe in it.

      • http://twitter.com/catedeleon Cate de Leon

        I didn’t say they were bigots.  I said they “can be” bigots too, just like everybody else.  It’s a universal human tendency that no one is exempt from :)

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  • bitchy

    first or second date?

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