Just had dinner with a friend of mine getting a divorce. On paper he has it all at 50: Beautiful wife, two kids out of the house, business sold and retired into financial comfort. Just built their dream house on the beach in South America. But after 23 years of marriage he decided that he wasn’t willing to sacrifice his own happiness to stay with his wife - who was no longer part of the vision he had for the rest of his life. Both are going through pretty heavy mid-life crises, their entire relationship being consumed by the projects of kids and work. And then … nothing and everything all at once. He’s sad, but not distraught. Relieved more than anything to have the decision and telling friends and family behind him. But one thing stuck with me, his biggest hesitation: Giving up someone who loves him unconditionally. That one person you always know who will be there for you. No guarantee you’ll ever find that again, or that you won’t wake up one day wondering how in the F you could ever walk away from that.