Will and Jada. Jay-Z and Beyoncé. These were some of the nicknames given to us by our friends. To them, we had the ideal marriage. To me, we had a very GOOD marriage because I know there’s no such thing as a “perfect” marriage. Little did I know, that my very GOOD marriage would soon come crashing down. A series of events uncovered several lies and betrayal, and just like that, my “happily ever after” came to an abrupt end—or so I thought.
The next few months were a blur. It was like I was having an out of body experience. Voices in my head screamed, “girl LEAVE him,” “what about your kids,” “go to counseling,” “forgive him,” “get him back,” or my favorite line, “men will be men!” I wanted to just shut down, but I couldn’t. I had a nine month-old and six year-old who needed their mommy. Somehow I managed to go to work every day wearing the perfect makeup and a smile on my face for eight hours straight.
Every now and then I would take a lunch time drive so that I could cry and scream, then return as if I’d only ran an errand. My morning commutes were good times to cry as well. I fooled myself into thinking that I was doing an amazing job and handling my broken marriage well but the rapid weight loss and increasing crying spells told a much different story.
After deciding to leave my husband and living on my own for a year, the girls and I moved back to Maryland to stay with my parents. My estranged husband relocated to Washington, D.C. to stay with his sister so that he could be closer to his daughters (and me, as I would find out later). We both agreed to continue our individual therapy so we’d have the tools to make our next relationship work. As far as our marriage, we figured we just outgrew each other, and although we loved each other, our relationship was over.
Our separation involved many losses—our beloved home, jobs, cherished memories, and for a time, our hope. But GOD… This year marks nearly four years of reconciliation—a true love story scripted by Jesus Himself. Miraculously, we’re back in that same home we thought we’d lost after it sat on the market for two years and two buyers walked away at the closing table. Not only did we recover the things we thought we’d lost, most importantly, we recovered our marriage.
Through unconditional love, I’ve discovered a husband who is my best friend, my protector and the love of my life. Today, we often share our story to inspire hope for those feeling hopeless in their marriage. For us, what once appeared irreparable, has been restored and renewed, and together we’ve learned, there is nothing we can’t face and overcome together.
Riscee (Ree-Cee) Langhorne is a wife and mother of two daughters with a strong passion for fitness and the color gray! An accountant, turned educator, Riscee works as a school business administrator who hails from Maryland but now resides in New Jersey where she and her husband play an active role teaching and mentoring young adults in their community. To connect with Riscee, follow her on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter.
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