One weird thing about divorce is that your ex-husband’s family will unfriend you from Facebook, and it will shock you, though it probably shouldn’t.
Obviously they’re showing camaraderie for their blood family member. The one who did no wrong, the one who tried his hardest, the one whose only mistake was marrying an evil person. You.
You are not evil. No one is really evil, except maybe Hitler, and even he had some obvious psychological issues. But since you’re imperfect, you begin to examine all your imperfections. You pick them out one by one, hold them up to the light, and think, maybe this means I’m evil. Maybe this means they’re right.
You try not to take it personally.
You eventually admit it’s impossible not to take it personally.
You wonder if they made the decision jointly. You imagine phones ringing across the country. A consensus is reached. You are voted off the island.
You don’t really understand the concept of Facebook unfriending in the first place. You would never want to boot someone out of your life. And it’s not like Facebook has a maximum number of friends. You weren’t doing any harm, there. You weren’t taking up much space. You were just a face on a list of acquaintances. Was your mere presence that insufferable?
But one day you realize you haven’t heard from someone in a while. You do a search. Nothing comes up. You search some more. No one comes up. You find a profile with the “Add as Friend” button. It becomes clear.
The small space you were occupying has closed up around you. You were family one day not too long ago. Now you’re obviated.
Not even an acquaintance. Not even a face on a list. Not even a presence to suffer.