Remember when you were a kid, and something crappy happened, and you started feeling sorry for yourself? Then your mom (or whoever) reminded you that someone, somewhere had it much, much worse?
Today I got a reminder that my divorce, however crappy and awful and heartbreaking, could have been one hell of a lot worse. One of my oldest friends (we've known each other since we were in 1st grade) just finalized her divorce. Later that same day, her ex-husband committed suicide. They have a nearly 4-year-old daughter together.
Ugh. As much as I dislike him, at least my children still have their father.
It's really terrible when the "someone, somewhere" is someone you've known since you were kids.
