My separation and divorce wouldn’t make for great television. We were off a hundred or so dollars in child support, a point on which I finally caved. The legal fees would cost more than winning the compromise. She and I divvied the furniture, pictures, and Tupperware with little friction.
There’s a saying I routinely use on my kids and employees, ‘Perception is reality.’ In other words, how someone sees the world is how the world really is, at least to them, and whose reality everyone else must cope. Granted, that perception might be distorted or entirely wrong, but it’s real until that perception is changed.
It’s natural to look for silver linings. To search out the tiniest good in what seems an ocean of hopelessness is evidence of God’s handiwork in our very humanity. That is a wonderful thing; without it would make for a miserable existence.
She was attractive with a social personality, yet possessed a subtlety that led me to believe hers had been a life of frequent disappointment. I considered this a tempting quality; a challenge frankly, to be the first and perhaps only man who wouldn’t let her down.
I have a cousin who believes it’s his inalienable right to pilfer any unprotected cell phone and using the closest social media app wreak havoc in the owner’s life. He once announced his sister’s pregnancy on her Facebook feed. She spent the remainder of the week assuring friends that middle-aged women aren’t nearly so fertile.