Since my separation earlier this month, I’ve run into countless people who want to hug me and offer their shoulder to cry on. They are perplexed when I tell them “I’m okay. In fact, I’m great.” They cock their head as if to say ‘it’s okay, you can tell me…” But really. I’m good. He’s good. The kids are good. The cat even seems happier. Truth.
This mutual happiness posses a problem for our mutual friends. They think they need to take sides. That someone had to be in the wrong. That we can’t be getting along so well. We’re told that we are doing this whole separation thing wrong. How can we still be so nice to each other? How can we have witty banter on facebook? How can we still be civil? Why? Because we’re still friends.
So I don’t think we’re doing it wrong. I think we’re finally doing it right.
Author of Pulled