SERIAL NOVEL: Confessions of a Hotel Maid: Plagues Do Not Come Without a Reason (Chapter 28), by Daniel Whyte III with Meriqua Whyte

28
Divorce—a Sin

Franklin and Bianca were looking over their clientele files two days before Ann and Greg were scheduled to finalize their divorce.
“I just hope things work out for Ann and Greg,” Bianca said. “I don’t see how he could proceed with the divorce after all we shared with them.”
“I believe he’s going to do the right thing,” Franklin said. “He was not too pleased when we mentioned that now that Ann is a Christian if he chooses to go through with the divorce then she’s free to go ahead and get married again; she’s no longer under bondage.”
“Yes, I noticed that that did not sit too well with him,” Bianca said. “One thing that hit home for sure was the thought of another man taking care of his daughter and how he was causing his daughter unnecessary hurt. I can tell he really loves her.”
“That should cause any father to think twice about getting a divorce,” Franklin said.
“You know, I don’t think many Christians see divorce as a sin. But that’s what it is,” Bianca said. “God says He hates divorce; He hates putting away. Why would He hate something that is not a sin?”
“You have a point there,” Franklin said. “If we can get more Christians to acknowledge it as such then maybe we might just have a reduction in the divorce rate, at least among believers. I wish there was a way we could get that word out into the Christian community. We’ve got to get it out somehow for the sake of the children caught in the middle.”
“What amazes me is how these couples come in here with a quick-fix mentality, expecting us to be miracle workers and overnight make everything hunky-dory in their marriages without them facing and accepting their part for the unrest in their marriage,” Bianca said. “All I can do is point them to the real miracle worker—Jesus Christ. And it’s a shame that some of them do not even want to hear what the Bible has to say about their role in the marriage.”

“Did I tell you about this elderly couple who gave me a call today?” Franklin said with a chuckle.
“No. What happened?”
“This elder gentleman, sixty-one years old, called and said, ‘I’m thinking of divorcing my wife. No, I’m not thinking about it; I am going to divorce her. I cannot put up with her idiosyncrasies anymore. It’s driving me to my grave earlier than I want to go.’”
Briana laughed. “Driving him to his grave? At sixty-one he already has one foot in the grave.”
“That’s what I wanted to tell him, but I greatly restrained myself,” Franklin said. “Anyway, he started reeling off a long list of complaints. I listened. Then his wife spoke up. Apparently, they were on speaker phone. They started arguing back and forth citing each other’s sins and wrong-doings from day one of their marriage. Then the wife said, ‘Before you get the divorce make sure you get a maid because you can’t do nothing without someone helping you. You’ll never make it by yourself.’”
“Really?” Bianca said.
“Wait. That’s not all. He hollered back: ‘I’m going to get me a young thing with some firmness. You’re nothing but flab.’ ‘You old geezer,’ she said.”
Bianca burst out laughing.
“They got off the phone,” Franklin said. “And I’m glad they got off the phone when they did as I could contain myself no longer. I fell out laughing and before I could pull myself together my phone started to ring. It was him calling me back to make an appointment saying he wants me to see him through the divorce as he wanted to be relieved from the ‘old geezer.’ He carried on about how he still can’t believe he stayed with her for thirty-seven years.”
“Thirty-seven years. What are a few more years? He should be planning his funeral, not planning another wedding,” Briana said.
“I tried to tell him I did not encourage divorce as my job is to try to keep husbands and wives together and that I did not have any divorce papers and that he probably needed to get a lawyer, but he did not want to hear it. He insisted on coming in. Then I asked him if his wife was coming with him. He said, ‘Sure. I have to drag the old geezer along. She has to sign the divorce papers, doesn’t she?’ As you can imagine, it was a struggle for me not to laugh again.”
“I’m glad it was you and not me because I wouldn’t have even been able to get a word out,” Bianca said. “Sixty-one years old. Where is he going? All he has energy to do is sit in his rocking chair by the window and rock away all day and complain evidently.”
“Where is he going? To get him a young, firm thing,” Franklin said laughing.