Maybe if I'd been there for her, maybe she would have poured her troubles out to me instead of him, maybe she wouldn't have been so easily led to believe that he understood perfectly what she was going through because he had the same problems with a wife who just didn't understand, who just couldn't provide the emotional support a sensitive guy like him needed. By the time she came up for air, he had set the hook and reeled her in like a trophy sailfish. When we did get together, I had a difficult time being objective, seeing her as the friend I used to enjoy being around. I'm afraid I found myself labeling her with some very unpleasant names. I had my hands full trying to deal with my life as it crumbled around me.
Divorce does things to otherwise sane and rational human beings.
I think I survived, but I'll know in about twenty years, if I live that long. I think might be a good description. That it was necessary for me to go through the divorce trauma in order to meet the man I'd always known was waiting for me. He was perfect, my soulmate. It was right.