A friend was describing how she navigated a dark period in her marriage. For six months she wrestled isolation within her own home, fighting the demons that told her that her husband was wrong. She has known despair before but this was even more intense.
Still she was polite.
I wonder whether her husband comprehended the depth of her struggle. Perhaps it would not have served her, or him, if he had. Some conflicts are better faced without an audience.
The turning point was when she chose to widen her lens. He was more than a single decision, or quality. Much more. Obsessing on a lone facet of his character by definition eclipsed the broad view of what she adored about him.
We are such complex creatures. None of us thrive in small spaces.
