On this day five months ago, I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. She said yes, and I placed the rock on her finger. A few weeks later, at the beginning of this year, I stood before a group of fellow Christian journalists at our monthly Inter-Media Fellowship meeting and thanked God for her.
“Last year, she said ‘yes’, and this year, I am praying she says ‘I do’,” I said confidently as the room filled with applause.
Well, it’s four months since I said those words, and I have to face the reality that she won’t be saying ‘I do’ this year. At least not to me. Somewhere between then and now, a series of tragic events led to a heart-crushing break-up about two months ago. She is no longer my fiancee, and I am no longer her fiance. We had dated for five years.
I have lived with this reality for months now, and I have not been able to confront it publicly until now. I have only told a handful of friends about the break-up, and even then, the details were shaky. Many of you will find out through this post if you didn’t suspect it already. I was determined to keep this rock in my chest intact. I will not be vulnerable. I will not break. I will go through the death of this relationship without shedding a single mournful tear. I will be fine.
Well, I am not fine, yet. And no, I am not going to divulge the details of the break-up on a blog-post. I am sorry to disappoint you. This is neither the time nor the place. Some things are better left to the discretion of a few trusted friends and family.
Which is why I still don’t understand how the first people I alienated after the break-up were my closest friends and family. I guess it’s because I am a rock. I like to be in control. Vulnerability doesn’t suit me. You can come to me with your woes and worries but don’t expect the reciprocal. I am a rock, and I was determined to stay that way. After the break-up, I immediately broke contact with my closest friends. People tried to reach me to no avail. I ignored calls, sent one-worded replies to texts and basically made it clear I did not want to talk.
Most people find it difficult to live through the break-up by having to explain what happened and the reasons to friends. But I found it difficult to just admit that there will no longer be a wedding. I could not even tell the men who would be standing beside me on my wedding day! I was too proud. Too self-conscious. Too self-preserving. A rock.
Which doesn’t make any sense. How can I keep something like a broken marriage engagement from my closest friends? How did I expect to see that play out? To be honest, I didn’t think it through, and I didn’t care. To keep myself busy, I buried myself in work. My editor has been singing my praises. I became an outstanding reporter within a few weeks of working in the newsroom. I wrote stories fast, well, and with the enthusiasm of a toddler who was high on sugar. This rock needed a mask, and the mask of work fit me perfectly.
But I could only keep up appearances for so long. I was not going to avoid and evade my friends forever. Soon, I will start bumping into them. Soon I will have no choice but to confront the reality of what happened between me and her. I will have to re-live and truly mourn, the bad break-up. The rock will soon have to crumble. Storms have been known to weather away even the hardest rocks.
As I type this post, I am slowly realizing the man I had become over the weeks of hiding. First, I began to detest fellowship. I stopped going to my usual church because, among many other reasons, I was not ready to confront the inevitable barrage of questions. Then I stopped reading my Bible, the burden on my conscience was too much to bear. I had long stopped praying by then. I did away with listening to sermons and reading books that got too close to my heart
I hated the person that these mirrors of truth reflected back to me.
I hated the selfish heart I saw reflected in my Bible.
I hated the proud heart I saw reflected in many sermons on following Christ.
I hated the songs that always moved me to repentance because I knew Jesus would not have half-hearted repentance from me.
It became impossible to love Jesus and avoid the church, so I avoided Jesus too.
This rock stayed away from The Rock.
And it gets worse. I will not go into the details, but I will tell you one thing, it is impossible to embrace Christ when your hands and feet are running away from Him. There’s no faking it with the Creator of the universe. You cannot outsmart Him. Luckily, you also cannot outrun Him. These words from a spoken-word piece I wrote some years back seem more relevant now more than ever:
Stuck at the intersection of all the men I could be,
I look up to the heavens for guidance.
Yet my eyes look at Him with great avoidance,
“Good-riddance” crosses my mind, I want to dance around this bind, and daily pretend that I am blind,
I am hoping to leave this maze behind, Cos I am amazed that He’s so kind, amazed that am one of a kind, dazed that I am no longer blind, fazed by His love that binds.
I have seen God’s hand, but I am struggling to take it,
I can see God’s love and I am ready to receive it;
But I’ve sinned so much, I am tempted to reject it;
If you’re waiting for a deep, transforming conclusion that will wrap up this post, you will have to wait a little longer. There is none today. I end here, acknowledging how tired I suddenly feel. I thought there would be some relief in writing this down. I always feel better when I write things down. I guess today is different. I know what God wants me to do. I know I need to go back to the Gospel and let it wash over me once more. I need healing. I need Jesus. But this only sounds like empty ideas than a reality to me right now.
I can see the rock flaking, but it still feels too difficult to break.
9 thoughts on “The Storm Rages On…”
same thing happened to me last yr… break up. I alienated everyone. guess I can say I relate. Thanks for sharing. It takes gut 🙂
Hi. There is only so much one can say to a broken and consequentially, hardened heart. But hopefully with every piece of encouragement, or words of acknowledgment, a piece of the rock will fall off. I am really sorry things happened as they did.
Fact: It sucks right now. Fact: It will probably still suck tomorrow. Fact: People will care and worry whether you want them to or not. Fact: Jesus will be there the whole time. Fact: You are going to receive a lot of phone calls today; courtesy of this article. 🙂
Things will get better (yes, you guessed it) with time.
This may sound cliche of sorts, but I AM GENUINELY SORRY for the breakup Cornell. We met once, at a poetry seminar..I shared about my wife and you enthusiastically told me about your then galfriend..I recall the passion that emanated from you…its with the same intensity that i read your words above..
Again, i am sorry for the breakup….your response to it is a breakthrough in itself
*hugs*…….almost crying after reading this and can totally relate.yes oh life throws blows like these at us but they lead us to the feet of Jesus…At Jesus’ feet He makes us whole,He makes us new,He renews our minds.He envelopes us with His love.
As Christians all we can do is believe,believe that God has better plans for us..Believe that He is directing us to better things..Believe that He will make you whole again..Believe that better days are ahead…
Also kindly look up the blog-Lipstick Gospel at your own free time it has some encouraging reads.in my prayers.byeee before I rumble any further
I don’t know if this opens up the wound further. I am among those who have been informed of this now. I don’t know what to say bearing in mind I’ve never faced such before but… I know He who created you feel your pain. Run to Him!
You’re post recalled to me the words Paul Simon penned entitled “I am a rock”. Here they are. Maybe you’ll see yourself in them. Praying for you Cornell.
A winter’s day, in a deep and dark December
I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock, I am an island
I’ve built walls, a fortress deep and mighty that none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain
I am a rock, I am an island
Don’t talk of love well I’ve heard the words before
It’s sleeping in my memory
And I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock, I am an island
I have my books and my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor, hiding in my room, safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock, I am an island
And a rock can feel no pain
And an island never cries
Thank you all for your encouraging words. Baba Yuko.
I can only imagine the amount of pain you are both going through. God restores hearts and hears us especially when we are broken.I pray you will find strength and comfort in God and your close friends and family. It’s a difficult journey but you will be just fine in God’s arms.
My man…shock 😳😳😳
Pole sana, I know exactly how it feels.