Andre Furtado

Learning How To Be Divorced In The Age Of Instagram

One time, someone told me that I was so lucky to โ€œhave life all figured out and put together.โ€ And I laughed out loud because I knew how far from the truth that statement was. For a moment, I was taken aback and surprised that anyone would ever even think that. But why? How could anyone ever think that? I wondered. Couldnโ€™t they see me crumbling behind the smiles I hide behind? Or see the bags under my eyes from all the stress I carried?ย  I pondered over these questions for so long and settled on โ€œWell, they must be blind to not see what a mess I really amโ€ as an excuse to dismiss my own part in creating that facade. How could they have known when I was pretending all along?ย 

You see, all anyone ever saw were pictures of the perfect moments in my life. I tried really hard to show off what I thought a perfect marriage looked like. There were times that arguments between my partner and I were extremely volatile, and yet we would pull ourselves together and rush out the door that same day, only to post captions like โ€œBeautiful day with my favsโ€ just hours later. There were moments when I would reveal the truth of the status of my relationship to close friends and even they were shocked. โ€œWe just saw you the other day. Yโ€™all looked so happy,โ€ they would say with a look of confusion planted on their faces.

The truth is, one of the truths is that I have let this go on for so long because I wanted to live up to all of the model families that I saw when I scrolled through Instagram. You know the ones. The PERFECT looking family who were high school sweethearts and who have the most beautiful children and who are considered life goals. I wanted to be that family. And itโ€™s not that I am blind to the fact that we all have problemsโ€”I know they do too. I know sometimes thatโ€™s all an act. I mean HELLO, I am admitting my guilt in taking part in the same sort of deception myself. Thereโ€™s no real way of knowing whatโ€™s really going on behind closed doors. But deep down, I also know thatโ€™s real for some couples. And I desperately wanted that family, that love story, the โ€œperfectโ€ appearance for myself.ย 

But I wanted it so much that I sacrificed my own peace. I let someone cross lines that shouldโ€™ve been hard noโ€™s for me. All of that just to obtain that image. And because I didnโ€™t want everyone to see my family as a failure.

Hereโ€™s what I am working towards embracing today: the ACTUAL truth. Relationships are complicated for everyone. Societal standards for the most part are outdated. Parental structures can be both nontraditional and still healthy. I do not have to have a partner to be an amazing mother. And I have monumentally changed as a person since the divorce process has started. What I am now acknowledging is my tendency to be an actual human. One who has many moments of uncertainty and an endless list of imperfections. One who has patterns with bad relationships that need to be healed. And Iโ€™m learning that I havenโ€™t failed this time around either. I have seen it through the best way I knew how. I have given it my all. I have upheld my vows. At the end of the day, I have been willing to see that change and growth and some sense of perfection is possible. But I canโ€™t be the only one willing to put in the effort or initiate positive changes in a relationship just to maintain an image. And for those reasons, Iโ€™ve realized that itโ€™s okay to move on for the sake of my own peace.

So, I have another category I am dipping my toe in. Iโ€™m not sure what the ideal Instagram aesthetic is for the imperfect, traumatized, unpolished feed is, but Iโ€™m embracing it nonetheless. Thatโ€™s the shadow work. Thatโ€™s where the healing is. Iโ€™m meeting myself where Iโ€™m at, and hey, maybe Iโ€™ll have a few of you that walk with me in this too.