I've realized lately that as a species we take a long time to make changes. The more we say something out loud, the more it starts to fit into our mind-set. We are rather lemming-like in our motivation to take similar action after someone else in the social circle has done so. Peer pressure does not go away in high school. Not that it's always a bad thing. It could be looked at as motivation I suppose. Separation and divorce appear de rigueur with my set right now. Ok, well, maybe "de rigueur" is over-stating it as I just chrome googled it and it means "necessary according to etiquette". I don't think my friends are necessarily splitting their assets asunder just to follow suit and be polite. Nevertheless (love that word), it appears contagious.
The couples who make you cringe long before their I do's are spoken are the ones whose chronic coupledom endures to make us tense at every dinner party. The other non-fighting lovey doves throw a curve seemingly out of the blue to announce their splitdom.
One of my sweetest, kindest friends has just been told by his wife that it is over. They haven't told their three kids, ages 2-6 yet. Sex and money. Too much, not enough,or someone else's.
I always get so so sad when my friends split. It feels like a bucket of water thrown over my head. Why do I worry so over other people's lives? I try to figure out the truths but I wonder if there are any. The end of an era, the loss of friendship from one half, the renewed self-questioning. First marriages, first pregnancies, babies, divorce, death, we've got it all right now. Welcome to my mid-thirties?
Hey, Happy Fall Equinox!