Tipper and Al Gore are getting divorced. Forty years of marriage and they don't hate each other, there is no other man or woman. Just grew apart.
Life does that sometimes. Gotta go here, gotta do this, you have your work you believe deeply in and suddenly, you realize you're never in the same house in the same bed anymore.
And you don't mind.
Still, you know that we are beings that crave comfort, intimacy and love. Somewhere inside their heads must have been that voice that said, I'm lonely.
I miss being loved passionately.
It is the hardest thing in marriage, over time, to deal with. You go from intense passionate love to great love to old love. Deep with layers and layers of experience together. It is the goal to keep enough of the intense passion alive while moving through the years.
It's not easy. It takes a lot of work. There are many things that can happen but the reality is, it is often the path of least resistance. I do not doubt for one minute that they still love each other, in a way that is unlike anything they will ever experience again.
And I wonder if their hearts ache for one more chance at having that intense spark of new love.
I'm sorry to see them split. I don't know them personally and my sadness is purely selfish- as I enter my 20th year, I need some role models.
Not many left.