Life, has a way of fucking us all... in the end !

   
   
I met him in law school, well before life tainted  his perception. By the time he became registered on the bar to practice, he was a different man.    
   
Who, he was then, is who I cherished the most.    
   
Simplicity, was the undercurrent before ego dictated and drove his love for expensive tastes. You can’t buy love, no matter how much you lust for it.    
   
You can’t rescue a whore, and turn her into a lady. However, he pursued her with such persistence that it fractured our friendship.  
   
Greed, has a way of making a man destitute from the inside out until he’s nothing but a shell.    
   
I recognise him, but I don’t as I sit across the table, devouring my smashed avo and poached eggs on toast with danish feta, sipping my coffee in between all his pausal moments as he seeks instruction about how he might walk away from his gold digging wife, once he serves her with divorce papers.    
   
Hmm. This, will definitely test our friendship further when it becomes known that he’s a liar and a cheat !  
   
Love, should never be fleeting, and marriage is sacred. However, not everyone feels that way inclined after years & years of unspoken frustration.    
   
My best friend has become the very kind of man that I despise encountering in my own life. Though, I put that aside when he needs to debrief as I understand the complexity of his circs.

No one, ever marries with the intention of later, divorcing.
   
It’s hard to watch a grown man cry, and even harder when you know he was pushed to the point of no return.