The Best Of Everything

My best friend is in the middle of a messy divorce. I still find it hard to believe that she and I are old enough that we could be married let alone be divorcing anyone. This wasn't even a crazy short marriage--they were together three years (which I realize is not forever, but I have a cousin that didn't even make it the first year so you know, relative).

Talking with her last night, I kept wondering why they got married to begin with. Which I wondered at their wedding. I can't help but think she must have thought it was bad idea at the time. Maybe she just got to the very expensive wedding and thought she had to go through with it.

She and I met our first year in college. I have seen her make some really bad decisions (and HI, she was there when I drank a whole lot of Artillery Punch--recipe: every kind of liquor ever made--and then was getting into a trunk in search of fire wood even though they were burning a giant tree at this bonfire) and I think that is why we are friends. She is the kind of person that just doesn't make mistakes, that struggled to tell her parents her marriage was over a lot more than she struggled with deciding it was over. I'm her friend because I am not invested in her being perfect all the time. She is my friend, I like it better when she isn't so fucking perfect.

I don't know, this is one of those times that I am struggling to deal with adult problems. Things like death and divorce and illness. My friend doesn't deserve to be so unhappy. She deserves only the best of everything.

I hope that I can help her get it.