On the airplane...and the status of our marriage.

So, we've already been on our trip almost the two complete weeks and I just have to talk about one of the plane rides out here.

Stephen was sick the whole day, so he was passed out in my arms. Patrick was opening and slamming the window cover almost the whole time, meanwhile I was holding an interesting conversation with the young lady seated next to us.

Despite having 8 mini bottles of vodka throughout the flight (4 orders of vodka tonic - 2 bottles with each), I was suprised our friendly passenger had so many questions for me and wanted to talk so much. Though her eyes were getting droopier as the flight went on, she was very interested in the standards of our church. After her 1st drink, she asked me if I drank. I told her I don't, though I did when I was younger. She asked why I stopped and I told her that we have "health standards or guidelines" about what to and not to put into our bodies and alcoholic drinks went against those standards. I also threw in that we don't drink coffee, either, and some people find that odd. Her boyfriend is a "mormon," though he doesn't attend church or follow too many of the other principles. Perhaps that's why she was intrigued.

She still pressed the issue of why we were so strict in our standards, why did I want to stop drinking when I was doing it anyway and what's so important to make people want to follow it. We also talked about relationships and families. Again, she was asking all the questions, I wasn't keen on being a missionary with a child in my lap having a puking time bomb and I expected her to zonk out from her sleepy beverages. Still, in my mind, I appreciated the opportunity to say everything out loud. As an adult, we don't often find ourselves energetic about sharing things we enjoy or trying to get others to try it. In this society, we don't want to be turned down or offend anyone. Those are my fears, I guess.

One point that helped me describe it to her and I will always hold onto is this: families are forever. So many religions are aware of the Holy Ghost or Holy Spirit, and I tried telling her that that's how I felt that doing right was important. But, so few people know what's beyond this life and why it matters so much. I don't know if my siblings have felt this way or decided it... but even as a 5 year-old, when my brother passed away after being sick with brain cancer, my parents told me we could be with him again. And I believed it. One night when was 15, I ran away and swore at my Mother on the phone, my Dad sat me down and had plenty of things to say... One of them was, he wanted to be together as a family after this life, and he wanted me there too. But I needed to live my life in a way to make that happen. I told this young lady that knowing my brother was already there, probably made me and my other family members work harder at following our beliefs to make sure we can be with him again.

When we talked about why I chose to marry Matthew over staying "with" another boy I liked, and when we talked about her possibly marrying her current boyfriend, I asked her if she saw our temples. I said we can only get married in the temple if we're worthy, because that provides a different marriage than a marriage made any where else. If you're married in a temple, you're sealed to that person and your children for all eternity, so it's a big deal. Again, though she was to the 7th or 8th bottle by now, she seemed to be taking it in.

When we landed, I asked her name and she asked mine. She smiled big and sleepily said, "Amy? I love that mane." (no typo, that's what she said!)

That discussion with her was difficult, because, as of that moment - I was planning on a divorce. I am quite happy with my life in Utah and our marriage was not worth saving. I even had a visit with my Bishop in Utah who said a divorce was the best option (in so many words)... people know that's rare and it's truly what I wanted to hear. I have my problems and every marriage has it's issues. Without getting too personal, there were things from the past that had been forgiven, but not forgotten... considering Matthew didn't recognize the severity of them nor seemed to care about preventing them in the future. It was an unhealthy marriage.

After a couple counseling sessions, a visit with the Bishop in New York, reading several more talks on marriage and divorce... I had a discussion with Matthew where a miracle I was looking for happened. And that's why Matthew and I will rebuild. To tell you the truth, we have no clue if me and the boys are going back to New York or if he's coming to Utah. We'll let you know when we know. :)

One of the talks I read about couples sticking it through instead of getting a divorce, stated they came out a lot stronger. I have faith that is true and I'm going to do my best to help it happen. I'm SO ready for the sun to set on this VERY, VERY LONG day. Some of you may be puzzled, thrilled or shocked by my choice, but I hope you'll just pray for us and support us in this decision.

Wow, this is the longest post I ever made. I love you all and I thank you for reading :)