It’s finally happened, something I never, ever would wish for: A dear, close friend of mine, whom I’ve known since I was officially a kid, has decided she must leave her marriage.
I am happy to be able to be her guide, to lend my steadying arm, to have at the ready all the things you have to learn as you go through divorce, and then never need again. I hope I can save her some time, some fluster, help her find her way to her answers faster, with less confusion and panic.
I may be an advocate for finding a graceful way to let go in divorce. I may believe that I can help people choose the least damaging path when they fall apart.
But that will never, ever mean that I am blasé when I hear the news of another breakup.
Life is fragile. Handle with care. A moment of silence, please.