It's November 1.
This means that The Lawyer filed for divorce today. He texted me as he was walking to the courthouse, but being that I was in class and that I'm distracted with medical school 24/7, I actually thought that he was just trying to say that he was going to be busy because he was going to litigate something. You know, lawyers...courthouses...
It didn't even register.
It wasn't until he texted again later to say that he just needs a stamp from the judge to make it official that I realized, "Oh. He went to the courthouse for...that."
I did send an email saying that I imagined that today would be hard for him and that I hoped that this was the right decision to make him happy. The response that I got back was...emotional...and confirmation that I should be treading with caution.
In his own words:
I'd be lying to say that I'm not somewhat sad today. I really did have an amazing relationship with my best friend that lasted for almost a decade. I loved her, she loved me, and we were a family long before we were married. I will never downplay the fact that I know what a truly great relationship looks like from the inside. But sometimes the world just breaks things. I don't know precisely what happened inside of her, but once she decided that she wanted a different life, her solution was to set everything on fire. And that is the sad part, the fact that there really isn't anything left. I spent 9 years head over heals in love with a woman with whom I was planning our future and family. But so quickly, what I thought was rock solid, unraveled to the point that seeing her face or hearing her voice stirs absolutely nothing inside of me.
It breaks my heart to just read that. From the perspective of a person whose parents are divorced and now, as it happens to a friend who grew up a mile away from me, I just can't stop thinking about how awful divorce is. Calling off a wedding doesn't even come close.
I really do wish him the very, very best with everything.