I honestly never knew how many people struggled in their relationships until my own separation became public knowledge.
Since then, it’s like I’ve been walking around with a sign that says, “Got Relationship Issues?”
Don’t get me wrong – it has been extremely therapeutic for me, too, this new role I’ve taken on as an accidental therapist.
It’s just that when you think you’re alone in feeling the things you feel – before, during or after the break-up of your marriage – it’s a bit jarring to come to find out that you’ve been in good company all along. (Although “good” may be the wrong word choice here.)
I’ve cried alongside some of the people in this company, hearing their stories and, if not sharing, at least understanding their pain. I’ve heard confessions about which I’ve had to try hard to hide my shock. I’ve talked to people whose stories are, like, exact carbon copies of mine (in a non-creepy, non-Single White Female kind of way). I’ve been encouraged by stories with happy endings.
I’ve learned from people. More than I ever thought I would.
I appreciate the trust people have put in me. Getting separated certainly doesn’t make me an expert in giving relationship advice, but it apparently makes me accessible to those looking to reach out, to find someone else who can relate in some way, shape or form.
There’s comfort in knowing you’re in good company – even if finding the “good” part takes a while.