One of My Least Favorite Parts of Being a Grown-Up...

...is having a front-row seat to disintegrating marriages.

A friend called this morning. Her husband has moved out. They've been struggling for quite some time, and probably this will be for the best in the long run, but it's just so, so sad. We know both of them, we know their kids, our lives are intertwined in many ways, and this is a small town.

Their oldest is a good friend of C's. Their 3rd is a good friend of M's. Their youngest (4th) is a good friend of S's.

I hope that everyone involved can find happiness. Meanwhile, we'll do what we can to support and love them all.

Even while feeling utterly sad.