This economy has done a lot of things to a lot of people. For some couples, it's highlighted the bonds that held us together in the first place. For others, the glare of responsibility and sacrifice has been a bitter pill to swallow.
A good friend of mine is getting a divorce. I'm heartbroken, and I don't know why. My parents are still together, but now I think I know a little of what my husband must have felt when his parents parted ways.
It had been tough on her even before the economy hit the shits. Her role as a reluctant housewife (while her husband got up and went to work everyday) only emphasized her life stalled in neutral. But--you know where I'm going with this-- as her career started to pick up speed, he grew needy and impatient. Her new-found confidence and happiness only highlighted how badly his career was going. But that doesn't explain the suddenness of her decision. It went from zero to sixty (or sixty to zero, really) in a split second.
I'm mad at her; she sounded so nonchalant about it. Like she was switching her favorite vodka brand for another, not as if she was about to permanently damage a man when he needed her; after he'd been there for her through so much.
As we approach another anniversary, my husband and I stare into each other's eyes with a lot of love, a little fear and a lot of longing. We're longing for this to work, we're screaming at each other silently: MAKE THIS WORK.
She's leaving, literally and figuratively, far away. I'm scared. If I was wrong about this, what else was I wrong about?
She's a reluctant housewife no longer.
Love and sadness,
June
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