Thank god for work. I don’t know how I could reconcile reality without it.
I’ve been ambivalent towards my mom and dad’s recent split — at least emotionally — but that’s only because I’m more concerned with how my mom feels in this situation. I know it’s all going to sink in eventually, maybe sooner than I think, but for the last several months leading up to this point, I’ve pretended that my life is absolutely normal and not worthy of much meaningful discussion past that. At least not in real life. It isn’t the easiest to explain that It Was Just Time after 33 years of their marriage, including all 25 that I’ve been here.
That, and I know out of every adult I run into, there’s something like a 70-75% chance they have either (a) been through a divorce of their own or (b) had/have parents who got divorced. One out of every two people I come in contact with has been in my current position at some point in their life, and there is a one in two chance I will one day put my own children in this position.
From my vantage point, though, I feel kind of lucky. Lucky that I’m 25 and not 9, or something. I’ve had a lot more time than many others whose parents divorced, to process the magnitude of what is happening. I’ve experienced my own relationships, and to the best of my abilities I’ve grown enough to see things for how they really are. To me, it comes down to something as simple as wanting my mother to be happy. All else is secondary. And so if it makes sense for her emotionally and financially, I don’t see what else we need to talk about.