No, that’s not a typo. Tony, who a year ago moved back in with his wife after a separation of almost two years, is getting a divorce.
He mentioned it succinctly in a discussion about the things stressing him out. I’d known about the work stuff, but divorce wasn’t what I was expecting. Some things clicked into place – how he was able to be at my place over a weekend, and an offhand comment that we wouldn’t need to use the burner number soon.
I know the man well enough to know peppering him with questions wasn’t the way to go. I told him I was sorry to hear it. I asked if it was for real, and he said it was. I could see his tears just under the surface.
His best friend knows, but his child doesn’t. He’s been sleeping on the couch. They are “discussing” things; I took it to mean they were discussing the logistics of what happens next, but he didn’t clarify.
And that’s all I know. I told him I had five hundred questions, which he acknowledged and said he wasn’t ready to talk about it. Pretty typical Tony.
My head is spinning with the news. So many thoughts.
The first is, I will believe it when it actually happens.
Then, does it makes any difference in my life. Would I consider a relationship with him. Would he even want such a thing, or has he thought about it.
Lots to unpack mentally. I was going to write a long post about all of the things it makes me think about, but in this case, it’s better for me to simply sit with the knowledge for a bit. Perhaps it will be better to write about it, perhaps not.
But in the interim, I definitely wanted to share.
Image from the 1939 movie “Love Affair”