Midlife sucks.

Today's Soundtrack:  Stornoway - Beachcomber's Windowsill
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/music/rockandpopreviews/7749878/Stornoway-Beachcombers-Windowsill-CD-review.html

Just home from a mini-holiday with a very old friend and both of our families.  They made the nightmare journey over from the States, travelling all the way up North to see us.  The kids got along fine - my daughter hero-worshipping both of hers from the minute she laid eyes upon them.  J & I got along great, clicking right back into our 20+ year friendship.  My husband hung in there, playing the consummate host as always.  The fly in the ointment, the non-harmonic seventh, the elephant in the room was unfortunately her hubby.

I knew that they were having problems, but I thought they had decided to work on things.  Come to find out, he told her a few weeks before the trip that he wanted to separate after all.... but not until the end of the summer.  Now, even though she has every right - and in fact deserves - to live her life with a man (or woman) who finds her as amazing and wonderful as she is, I'm just a little sad.  I've been through a divorce, and it is not a fun experience, even if you know in your heart that it's the best way forward.  And I've been a child of divorce, and I know how it can rip a family apart.  I hate to see that happen to her kids.

I am sitting on the fence between saying what I really think, and keeping my mouth shut on the chance that they actually don't split up.  I do not want to ruin an old friendship by mouthing off.  But suffice to say - if it were me instead of her, I would be booting his arse out prior to August.