Divorce sucks. Let’s face it – for all parties involved. Sure, the promise of a brighter, happier tomorrow scabs over the wound, but sometimes, when you least expect it, the scab falls off and the wound bleeds.
The other day I received a card from a friend’s mother – a truly lovely, wonderful woman — the kind of mom that decorates goody bags and leaves notes on napkins in her children’s lunches. The card simply said that she was thinking of me and that I was always welcome at her home. All of a sudden, I start sobbing. Not gentle, delicate, chick flick tears, but the ugly, thick, fat tears that turn your eyes a fierce shade of red. I haven’t cried about the divorce for a month, and here I was sobbing at a one paragraph note.
I realized how difficult this is going to be to face alone. I know my parents were trying to look out for my best interest by waiting till after high school, but really, they just made it harder. Transitioning from high school to college is already difficult – leaving your friends, your home, your lifestyle, your reputation – everything. At least if they divorced last year, I would have my support group. Now, I feel like I have no one. New friends are lovely, but sometimes I need my oldest friends. And they aren’t there.
