One of the biggest problems with becoming the ex-wife of an ex-missionary, and myself believing myself to be an ex-missionary, is a loss of identity (identity theft of a different sort).
· I lost my husband – I was his ex-favorite,
· I lost my job and financial support,
· I lost my residence,
· I lost my country of residence,
· I lost my family-in-law. Suddenly, they were my ex-family.
· I lost a lot of my possessions because I could not bring them all with me.
The only things I did not lose were my faith, my children, and for the next several years, my health. I had regained my parents and childhood home, but everything was different, and I suffered a prolonged negative re-entry culture shock.
Suddenly I found myself as a single mom, going back to school to be a teacher. So, here I was, a single mom of three bereaved children, and feeling like I had been plunked into a time warp, a split adult/childhood role. I had to find the new me.
(Note: This post is a little different from others in that only part of it is here on my blog. The rest of it is on my blogging friend, Andrea’s blog where I am her guest, so you have to click the link below to go to her blog to finish reading it.)
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God was, and still is, my Big Hero. He carried me through all the muck and mire…