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Today a woman friend of mine cried in my arms, and though I was holding her, was there with all of me, she was inconsolable. Her husband left her. He loves her but he loves the possibilities that a new woman represents more. She does not deserve it, and I want to be her champion, remind her as I’d remind anybody of what a vibrant, charming woman she is, how precious and worthy, reliable and loving, witty and sexy, tall and poised… How sorry I am for all these losses that are often not our faults and still we claim them, take responsibility. I see my friend do that now, everyday, assign herself twenty, thirty, then forty pounds of blame, weighing herself down, turning herself into a discard, an unlovable thing. Better it be her fault than inexplicable, outside her control. Better it be her fault than his — see how she still protects him? Why? Because she loves him, even now.  After all this and fifteen years of marriage. She’ll love him for a long time, but the hope is that she’ll come to love herself more and someday soon find a man who believes the possibilities she represents just impossible to part with.

Submitted by: Cassie