Yesterday it got brought up that Celeste is getting a divorce.
We first noticed something was amiss on New Year's Eve. That was the day we got Page, and we were royally freaking out and desperately in need of someone to talk to. We called Celeste. She didn't answer, but she did call back. She didn't have any advice to offer, and when I tried to have a conversation to at least give us (me and Athena, anyway) something to take our minds off of our cat troubles, she was fairly unresponsive. We were annoyed. On top of that, we ended up spending New Year's Eve alone, despite having had tentative plans to have Celeste come over, and she had dinner with her bishop instead. Why her bishop, of all people? She had said that her in-laws had invited her over and she didn't want to go to them, but our invitation was still on the table.
The days went by, and we had cats to worry about, and we were annoyed because we figured we couldn't go to our family for help because they didn't care enough to get us the Christmas presents they still owed Athena, let alone bother with our crazy cat problems. Then Mom called about singing in her ward's sacrament meeting. She wanted us to find an arrangement of a hymn that fit the theme, and when we suggested she ask Celeste to do it (because Celeste likes to show off her Google Fu, she's better at it, and we hate hate hate searching for stuff on the internet), she said no because then she'd have to let Celeste use her computer. Strange. Why is Celeste at Mom's house?
A few days later, it was Saturday--the one day we had left before the performance--and we hadn't done any rehearsing. Mom called to let us know what the plan was: there was no plan. We would be practicing some time that day, but Celeste wasn't awake yet. Strange. Why is Celeste asleep at Mom's house on Saturday morning? Something else came up, too, but I forgot what it was. At any rate, it led to us talking about how if Celeste is going to be wasting all her time at Mom's house she needs to be more responsible, pull her own weight, something. I don't remember. That's when Mom decided to break her vow of secrecy.
The Tuesday after Christmas, Celeste's husband left for boot camp. That night, his phone (in Celeste's possession by then) started getting text messages from another woman. It's probably not my place to go into detail, but I think you've all figured out by now that he was having an affair. This was on top of some other major marital problems they'd had that we hadn't heard about until then. Our guess would be they were trying to work them out without telling the in-laws, so that we wouldn't judge him for a mistake he was trying to fix. And so Celeste picked up and went back home to Mother, and they started looking into divorce procedures. They had decided not to tell us until after the performance, because we're iffy about divorce, and they didn't want to make it hard to practice.
Not to minimize Celeste's problems, but we were a little (okay, maybe a lot) upset about this lack of trust our entire family had just showed to us. It's true that we hate divorce. We hate it a lot. It ruins families, it ruins dreams, it ruins happiness. But in this case, Celeste's husband had already pretty much destroyed the family all on his own, and if she felt it was right to divorce him, she has good reason to make that decision, and we're not going to condemn her for having this terrible thing happen to her. And we would have hoped that our family would have known us a little better than that. (In Celeste's case, it's okay; she has enough to think about as it was.)
But anyway, regardless of any slight we may have felt, the reason we were feeling so neglected was that someone else was going through something much worse, so we should probably remember this as a lesson in not holding grudges, and considering both sides of the story. Whatever happened to our "in the quiet heart game"? Sheesh.
Anyway, we weren't sure if we were supposed to know about it, because Mom told us when Celeste was asleep, so we didn't talk about it until Celeste came up to us at church the next day and said something like, "By the way, don't tell anybody about the divorce thing." The ban has since been lifted, but it never came up.
And there you have it. She's still got it really rough, so if you're the praying type, please keep her in mind.
Today I'm thankful for mini-lasagnas, it not raining while we were walking to and from the store, getting a free eBook of Hans Christian Andersen stories (this happened a long time ago, but I don't know if I mentioned it), getting a check from TokyoPop today, and having more pita chips that we can have for breakfast on Monday since we forgot to get cereal while we were at the store.