"Did you hear?" she hisses. "The Stormtrooper boy got divorced."
"No! That would explain why his mother hasn't been in shul lately."
"I can't believe it . . . but I just heard that the Hutts got divorced," says the shocked voice over the phone.
"Seriously? They seemed so happy together. How many children do they have?"
"Who would've thunk it?" gasps the informer. "The Fetts got divorced!"
"What? At 65?"
It seemed that when I was kid, divorces were as rare as Sasquatch sitings. Now I feel as though I hear story after story of marriages going bust, whether they be young couples still within their first few minutes of wedlock, or those with young children, or baby boomers who have grandchildren.
In a time when Hallmark romance has reached rhapsodic heights to the point that us Jews are tagging along for the ride, why is it that more and more of us can't make it to the end? Growing old together is one of the idealized ends for every marriage, but why is divorce on the rise, no matter sect or classification?
No one goes into marriage thinking of divorce. None of us foresee a future with a yet-to-be-met significant other that hits a wall.
Is it valid in all cases? Could marriages be saved, along with all the lives linked to it? Or are more and more of us doomed to break up?