Some one brought up last night that it was almost odd to meet people whose parents were still together. That got me to thinking that regardless of the fact that it's not unusual to meet people whose parents are divorced, most people I know are from two parent households. True, there's no telling what would have happened if my mom hadn't had her aneurysm and Sonali's dad hadn't died, but I look around and see plenty of married couples lasting to raise their children and send them off into adulthood. My college roommates and I used to discuss how we couldn't even begin to fathom why our parents were still together (the exception for me was just that they really do need each other). We would sit down and look at their relationships, praying that we wouldn't end up that way. However, if this is what's worked for them, who's to say that it's any worse than anything else? They've all found ways to coexist and to live relatively happy lives without falling victim to statistics. There's definitely something to be said for that.

On a certain level the fact that it's almost difficult for me to come up with examples of divorced parents among my personal circle of friends is a little bit reassuring. It tells me that the fatalism of a 50% national divorce rate isn't a death sentence on every relationship, and that when I decide to spend my life with a person, it might actually work out that way.