Love gone wrong isn’t funny. Relationship disasters are disasters. Although I have as good a sense of humor as anyone, even many years later, this stuff still hurts. There’s something bizarre and wildly inappropriate about being asked to tell a “funny relationship disaster story.”
Certainly none of mine were funny nor any of my friends whose lives were broken into pieces. Whose hearts never stopped aching for the losses.
When relationships — especially marriages — go wrong and break, bodies litter the battlefield. If anyone is laughing, maybe it’s those divorce attorneys who take other peoples’ misery to the bank.
The children aren’t laughing. The men and women who find themselves with no partners when they expected to walk into the sunset holding hands … they aren’t laughing. I’ve hugged myself during the worst of times and held the hands of my good friends when they realized their worlds were gone, blown away leaving only darkness and dust.