Divorce. It should be a four-letter word. Don't you think? When you meet someone and they say they are divorced or going through one, you think of them a little differently. Come on — admit it. You judge … just a little. I did. But I won't anymore.
I am not writing this for sympathy. This is about judgment. This is for those going through or contemplating divorce. This is also for those who have friends going through the big D word. I am not a therapist, but I'm offering some advice that has worked for me.
The recent resident of Keene, New Hampshire was 15 when she went with her parents, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend's parents to the Cocoanut Grove nightclub in the Bay Village neighborhood of Boston after a Boston College-Holy Cross football game at Fenway Park on November 28, 1942. Her parents, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend's father were among the 492 people who died in the fire that night.
