Shattered glass by aubergene
I’m not really divorced. This isn’t really my second marriage.
But that’s how I explain it to people, because it’s faster than saying my-breakup-from-an-8-year-relationship-that-went-up-in-a-ball-of-flaming-shit.
And people understand the word divorce. And they really understand ugly divorce. They make a face when you say it.
Divorce, especially the ugly kind, is… ugly.
People do damage to each other. They say shitty things that they can’t take back. And there’s a shitload of collateral damage.
People take teams. It’s sort of like middle school phys ed class. Or just like middle school in general. My friend isn’t talking to you so I won’t either.
And then there are folks who don’t really mean to take a side, they just sort of end up doing it. And then so much time goes by that it’s just easier to stay on one side of the line.
Until out of the blue, someone reaches across that line. One of my most wise, most trusted advisors tells me it’s human nature to want to resolve things.
And so we reach back.
