I just got word that they have separated.
It’s not a surprise – we knew they had been having problems, but we hoped they were working them out.
There is a child involved (hers but not his, although he loves the child dearly and vice versa).
Due to circumstances, they must still live together – although in a few weeks he will be able to move into a separate part of the house.
This is so sad. They are both warm, wonderful people, and at their best I think they are very good for each other. And they love each other (both have said so), but at the same time . . . It seems that at the moment they just have too many issues – separately and together, past and present – and they need time apart to work them out. And a multitude of mundane everyday problems (and a few not so mundane) have not been helping.
We were all going to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas together. Now, who knows?
What’s that saying about how being a fool, and knowing that you are a fool, is better than being a fool and not knowing it? I count myself lucky and grateful that I have never been in the situation where I was supremely uncomfortable being around The One person in my life, loving him and not loving him at the same time, not knowing what to say, being an unhappy adult in my own home. It must be just dreadful. And it’s more sorrow and stress than these two sweet people deserve.
God, I hope they can find their way to a better place, whether separately or together. My private hope is together, but it’s their row to hoe, not mine. I can only send them my love and support, and watch and hope and wait.