I was supposed to leave for a long weekend at the con with my friends J & K, but J called this morning to say that instead of leaving at 10 AM, he and K had to go to an emergency session with their marriage counselor at noon, and that they are probably Splitsville. We still might end up going, although he might room with me; he has to go, 'cause he's a guest of the con; she wants to go because she sees her friends there once a year. I'm not at all sure that I want to be anywhere near this, but if J needs me then a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do (to coin a phrase).
They were both really supportive of me back when I was gathering the gumption to leave W (aka the invisible woman--apparently for the longest time lizzard was under the impression that our marriage was some kind of immigration scam), so I owe them. I didn't see it coming; now that it's here, I can't say I'm totally surprised, but I definitely thought that their marriage was--despite its visible ups and downs--basically working. Of course, it's not like I have more than one or two working marriages among my friends to compare it with: lizzard and jhk, a and e, and, well, that may be it. My sis and ls are still married, but they're "temporarily" living in different states. My mom and dad are both two-time losers (harsh, but that's really the way I think about it--not wanting to be like them was really one of the things that kept me in my broken marriage way too long). The librarian and her two husbands seem happy enough, I suppose, but that's a little hard to compare...