I stepped outside a few moments ago for a cigar walk, and my little side street was full of cop cars.  There were police on the front porch of a neighbor’s house.  A couple I know, a nice friendly and cheerful, Quaker couple had apparently had a fight, and a bad one.  One of them, I don’t know which, was taken away in a police van. 

They have two small children.  I can’t imagine what they’re going through right now.  When my own parents divorced, the fireworks happened sometime between when I was 2 and 3.  When I was older and they were seeing each other again, I never saw them fight.  They always seemed close to each other.  I have no other memories of them together, where they weren’t happy with each other.  I’m so grateful for that.

I tend to idealize couples the I know.  They have something I was never able to find for myself.  I put their relationships up on a pedestal.  I forget sometimes in my own loneliness that they often struggle too, even having what they have.  I see things like this and it just hurts so much inside.  These were the last two I’d have ever thought would have police stepping in.  I want love to succeed.  I want them to be happy.  Its such a lonely world.

The cops are gone now.  I saw another couple come to their door and were let in.  Friends I suppose…I’ve never seen them here before.  I hope whatever it was they get it sorted out eventually.  Its such a lonely world.