The Unseen Challenges of Plural Marriage and Heartbreak

A Continuation of my Journey Through Spiritual Seeking

My third divorce felt like the breakup that never should have been happening. Where my second marriage was nourishing and healing, my third marriage was fueled by passion and connection like I’d never experienced before. He felt like the soul mate connection I’d longed for my entire life. (If you haven’t read last week’s article, you can catch up here: My Journey Through Youthful Innocence and Spiritual Seeking)

At the end of the day, the practice of plural marriage proved much harder than my husband and sister-wife’s theoretical ideal, and there were regrets from them to navigate. I only lasted a year with them before I was asked to leave, and another year of my husband and I trying desperately to hang on, hoping his first wife would come back around. She never did.

My Dark Night of the Soul

This period was the darkest night of my soul. I did not want to live. I felt like a failure in life. I felt like a part of my soul was ripped from me. It felt like God played a cruel joke on me to a…