I don’t know what happened. I have no idea when you stopped loving me.
Now you turn your eyes away from me. When you do look towards me, you look with disgust. I cringe and feel the pain of your rejection. It is so hard to watch our relationship fall apart. My heart breaks for the love we once had.
I want to scream, “Why are you doing this?"
Don’t you remember the good times?
What about the battles we fought and won?
Do you remember when we stood proudly together and held hands when the going got rough?
We celebrated our anniversary every year with a huge party. Friends and families would gather together with us and we were so proud of all that we had accomplished.
We cried when our son came home from war and we buried him with the others who had died fighting for freedom.
When our neighbors were ridiculed, we stood up for them and marched to their defense.
Or what about the times when we sacrificed for others who were down and out or were hit by sudden storms in their lives?
Is that what happened? We always rushed to others in their time of need and together we helped them rebuild their lives. We were always giving to others. I guess we got so involved in helping others, that we lost sight of our own relationship and we didn't protect it as we should have.
Where did we go wrong when we did so much that was right?
When did you stop loving me?
Could it have been when you no longer prayed for me? Remember when we prayed together and you were not ashamed to do so publicly when needed? You were never ashamed to admit you loved God.
Or do you think it might have happened when you turned your back on the children so you could continue to do what you wanted to do? They cried and moaned, yet you just turned away from their pleadings and ignored them. I could not believe it when you hardened your heart towards those precious babies of ours. I still feel their pain and feel the loss of their lives around me.
Was it when the drugs were easy to get and you explored a new world of “its all about me” with your new friends? You didn't care about anything except what would make you feel good. We pleaded with you to stop, but you were hooked and nothing would pull you away from the dark road you went down.
Maybe it was when you found the world wide web of pornography? You changed and called me a prude. You said it would not change anything and we should declare "free love" for all. "Free love" instead put shackles on your heart.
Or maybe it was the day you threw your fist in the air and declared, “God is dead!” I was shocked that you could say such things. He had been the one you trusted and believed in for so long. We had built a new life together on the foundation of Godly principles and life was good. You turned your back on Him and then you turned your back on me.
And I think maybe it had something to do with your new friends. You listened to those who said not to worry about your old fashioned ways. Change was good and times were new. The past was the past and the future would hold a better life for you. You believed their lies and you walked away from the ways of your past.
And look where all that has gotten us.
We are in distress. The life that we made together is now on rocky soil. We are financially, emotionally and spiritually broke; our home is not worth what we owe on it; and yet you keep spending more and more every day. You are living the good life while our home is destroyed under us. Our children and grandchildren are watching as you party and pretend that life is good; things aren’t so bad; and we just need to sit down and shut up while you go about your life. We are scared and we want you back to protect us and lead the way to our future. You once were strong and now you are weak. But -- you do not see your weakness. That scares me more than anything else.
It’s Valentine’s Day in America. Expensive roses will be sent to loved ones; boxes of chocolate will be opened with delight; and restaurants will be filled with couples toasting to their love. I wish them all happiness while my heart breaks for the love I lost.
I hope as you celebrate Love in America today, you will remember me. Will you raise a glass and toast all the wonderful memories we once shared. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll make a decision to come back to me? I hope so. Time is running out and I'm here waiting on you.
It’s Valentine’s Day in America. Will you remember me?
The Spirit of America