I caught up recently with a friend from college and told her all about our recent reunion. This particular friend married in her late twenties and has a couple of kids. I told her that the couples who dated in college and married right after graduation are now going through acrimonious divorces.
She kept saying how sad that was, and I realized that I felt no emotion about it at all, except, perhaps, a touch of schadenfreude. All three couples have kids, and I’m sure it’s terribly messy for them, but perhaps because my grief has been invisible and unacknowledged, I have a hard time empathizing. Instead I feel like those couples probably thought they got a free pass out of the loneliness of adult life, and I never got that pass.
I realize this puts the “bitter” back in bitterbabe, but there you are.