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When I Needed a Helping Hand

I don’t always blog about things in order.  And many things I don’t blog about at all.  Right now I’m dropping right into mid break-up time, it’s kind of  like clicking channels and landing on a Lifetime Movie which is halfway over —  and watching it  anyway.

It was the dead of Winter.  My then husband  of many years had moved out just days prior.   He took only one suitcase, although he had secured an apartment, a fact I discovered later.     There is a very long a painful story here that is beyond the scope of this post (I say that often, I know).   Anyway,  I guess his plan was to come and go at his leisure to get the rest of his belongings.    I realized that I couldn’t take that; having him leave the first time had been horrific, I couldn’t handle a repeat.  Consequently, I told him I would get his things together so that he could pick them up in one trip.  I  packed and consolidated his stuff (again, the packing may be  a subject of another post, it involved two of my bridesmaids, wine and  Fatal Attraction).   See My Cheating Husband Was Packing Viagra. Next, I planned to put his belongings outside on the porch for him to retrieve without me or the kids being involved at all.

I lived in a great neighborhood, people were always willing to help each other out.   We (when the Ex and I were still a “we”) had made friends with another couple our age.  We didn’t do the dinner party thing much (they were child-free, we were not, and my husband wasn’t really the socializing type — then) but we talked periodically and the neighbor husband was always helpful when we needed a another man to help move furniture or something.  He was our Go-To Guy.   So when everything was packed (behind closed doors so the kids wouldn’t have to see) and when the stuff was ready to  be relocated to the porch, I called the Go-To Guy to help.      His wife answered. When I asked if her husband was around to help me move something she told me he was out of town on business.  But,  she added, “If it’s not too heavy, I can  help you. ”

“Uh, okay, thanks.”   I replied, but didn’t tell her what I was moving.   I hadn’t figured out how to tell that part yet.   This was all so new, a fresh, deep, bleeding wound.

A few minutes later, she arrived, ready to help me.

“Okay, so what are we moving?”  she asked, cheerfully.   She is a very positive person.

“[Ex] has moved out we’re moving his stuff to the porch.”

This much must be understood.   Neither this woman nor her husband had any idea there was trouble in paradise; I had been married for a long time and had “multiple” kids.  See Fertile Myrtle.  They had known us both for years.   This was HUGE news.  Huge.

But it’s her response to my major announcement  that still makes me smile to this day, and it’s what I will always remember and love her for.  She said, in a matter-of-fact, almost casual, way:

“Okay, maybe one day when you feel like it, you can tell me what happened.” 

That’s it.  That’s all she said.    Then together we proceeded to move all of his packed belongings to the large covered porch.  We didn’t discuss it at all.   When we were done, she went home.  As scheduled, my husband picked up his things early the next day while the kids and I slept.

Not that night, not the next day, but a little while later, I told her the whole story.  But the fact that she did not ask or need to know or even need to ask that night shows what a good friend and person she was, and is.

People often wonder what to say in response to an announcement of a break-up or divorce.

Sometimes the response is, simply,  “So where are the boxes?”

Just Me With . . . yet another good friend.

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