I wonder how such a thing can be so common, right out in broad daylight.
See it for yourself on any Sunday afternoon. Get off Interstate 85 at exit 64. Park around to the side of Joe’s. Stay in your vehicle. Pretend to read the newspaper or talk on your cell phone. Be nonchalant. This is, after all, none of your business.
A car rolls up on the far side of the lot. No one gets out, so it is obvious they are waiting. Shift a little in your seat and get ready. Know the deal is about to go down.
After a few minutes the second vehicle arrives and parks near the first.
Both drivers get out. One male, one female. I should warn you. Sometimes pleasantries are exchanged. Other times, all business. Not so much as a nod.
A back door opens and a child gets out. A little girl with a small backpack adorned with a Disney princess. Flinch a little as you recognize the twisted irony of that. Happily ever after.
Watch her walk around and get in the other car. Recognize this for what it is — a contract broken. A deal that has gone very, very wrong.
Two people who once stood together and said “I do” now say “I don’t.” A child who never asked to be born is now human currency, passed back-and-forth every weekend like a one dollar bill.
You just witnessed the exchange. How do you feel?
Me? I feel no judgment for the decision these two made, only sorrow. I don’t know the circumstances. The Redhead and I could have easily been the parties in this transaction many times, and not so many years ago.
Yet I feel somehow complicit in what you saw. My generation started this wreckage at this level. I can count on one hand the number of my childhood friends whose parents were divorced.
Why? I have no answers or excuses. We children of the ’60’s. We started a cycle of sadness that will not be easily reversed.
Two lives joined “in the sight of God and all these witnesses” is no fairy tale of continuous happiness. “To love, honor and cherish, forsaking all others as long as you both shall live” is not a Sunday in the park.
Sometimes it results in Sunday in the parking lot.
The princess? May she live happily ever after.