Day 3 of the No Wedding Week

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Apparently we’ve started a relationship curse.
Over the past few days we’ve had 1 friend announce their divorce (he’s moving out today), and another old highschool friend contact us asking for help in leaving her marriage. She is undergoing cancer treatment and the stress has been too much for her husband. He’s finally lost it and got physically abusive with her and the children. And then there’s our friend who has been in a relationship for 7 years and lives -up until this week- with her paramour. My now-ex-fiance headed out earlier this week to help the lady move out of the house. We were horrified to learn that during an argument her partner threw a chair at her. This is normally a very strong lady and I sent the boy out partially as a fact finding mission. Why hadn’t she called the police –or one of us to kill him? As you can imagine, being someone who suffers from PTSD as the result of domestic violence, I am very concerned when I hear about a friend in this kind of situation. Given her general character, fortitude, and good ol’ common sense, I just couldn’t understand why she hadn’t turned the jerk into the authorities!
But when he returned, he reassured me that all was well.
“After all, that man has been sleeping in the garden shed.”
“Er… what?”
“She made him sleep out in the garden shed for the past 3 days. All his stuff that he owns is crammed out in the garden shed with and he’s been crammed in there with it. As it happens, he does not own a sleeping bag or blanket.”
I forgot for a minute, she is one of my heroes.
And then there were two of the boys who have been in my foster care in the past. They both tore up the internet and my cell phone in the wee hours of the night in the throes of angst over their teenage break ups. This may not seem not as serious to you as some of these long-term adult relationships breaking up, but if you remember being that age you also remember those are some of the most painful break ups you ever experienced. At the time, anyways.