people suddenly sober down and apologise when they hear of someone's parents' seperation. there is sudenly an excess supply of sympathy for the person, no matter what earlier. but what about when someone's parents haven't had the audacity to declare their incompatibility. possibly one of them was naturally incompatible with any human. what about that stage of in-between when things are no better, maybe even worse, yet not obvious to the outside world, not across the line. when just because they have acquired a daily routine, they have grown banyan roots and they become a sad reality that you can't dispense with. what of those kids? what of that eight-year old praying every night for the longevity of her parents' marriage.
what you don't know doesn't hurt you. doesn't arouse any emotions in you. but what of those who live this story?