(Writing from the perspective of a beautiful friend experiencing divorce):
Two people in a room with nothing left in common after all of these years. The age gap did not matter then, like it does now. Not a thread to hold it all together.
You try to tear me down as a person by something from lifetimes ago. In front of the ones I love the most. It was where you met me, and now you hold it against me. That says more about you, than it does about me. The one knife you have, stabbing repeatedly.
I gave up a life of independence to be treated a certain way. There were good times. Amazing times, full of laughter, and love. You created and fulfilled expectations. For years you did this, and then, stopped. I had faith in you, believed in you. For years, you continually let me down.
I’m still the same, but as a mother, gave up parts of myself to raise our children. Your life barely changed.
What is left when it is all over? When we tear eachother down piece by piece. When the screaming stops, and we walk away after the last battle- what is left is three amazing boys. That will be our legacy.