This is my post for #freewrite's Friday prompt, "Bermuda Triangle" hosted by @mariannewest.
Several years ago I participated in a ladies' class about relationships. Several of us were struggling with marriage issues, and the class was very helpful. I remember three of the participants lived just a short distance apart, and they jokingly referred to their neighborhood as the Bermuda Triangle. I often wonder how many of those ladies from that class were able to remain in their marriages, and how many gave up/got out. Our paths crossed in the class, and I've rarely seen any of them since. That's one of those areas of life that used to seem so black and white to me, no gray areas at all. Divorce was only for people who gave up easily. Marriage vows were "'til death do us part" and that was that. Period. But now that I've been married 37 years, I see it's not always that simple. I have remained married to my first and only husband, but it hasn't always been easy, and there are still times when I wonder if I am doing the right thing by sticking with him. He has changed a great deal, mostly due to health problems, but also due to shifting belief systems. He isn't the man I married. And yet, here I am, still married to him, even though he sometimes seems like a total stranger. I wonder whether my Bermuda Triangle classmates are still married to the men they were married to all those years ago. Life is a lot more complicated than we think it is when we are young and innocent.