Of course some people care. My mom cares. There was that time at the beginning of my grief when she squeezed the muscles around my neck and said, “You won’t always be alone or feel this lonely… but you’re gonna have to be alone for a little bit.” I was drinking wine. It had been a hard summer.
Even so, divorce is a painfully solo adventure. All the best authorities recommend surrounding yourself with support, precisely because they know (being the best) that isolation is too easy. Continue reading “Nobody cares, work harder.”