As one marriage ends, another begins

Maeg got married last month in Indonesia, to Krus. She sent me some photos of her wedding day. She sounds and looks happy, relaxed, content. I am still trying to get used to the idea that she is actually married, but she really is, so I guess I really am glad and happy for her.

The other side of the spectrum is the drama that is unfolding (seemingly) a million miles from the wedding.
I woke up at 4:30 this morning and my thoughts immediately raced to my friend in So Cal, whose husband is moving out today, after 34 years of marriage. She is understandably devastated, shaken, anxious, and angry. Not a clue...not even one clue that her husband was unhappy and had emotionally left her a year ago, trading her in for another model...not a much younger model, but a different model. It took him an entire year to get up the nerve to tell her about the affair and that he wants out. The children are grown (one still at home, but grown).

They have experienced and survived so much over the years. Moving across the country for new jobs, new home, new friends, new lives. Breast cancer. More job changes. The death of his father, and then a few years later, the death of her father. Lean times. Sometimes, very lean times. Robust times, as well. Parties, celebrations, sporting events with their children, endless soccer games and soccer coaching. Hiking Half Dome. Hawaii. Vacations on the river with their boat.

And today is moving day. So sad. So profoundly sad. Why do we humans do this to each other?