Depp/Amber trial reminds me of this very sad part of our lives

I’m not following the trial, just seeing bits and pieces, some images, and headlines.

At times it feels a little amusing and comic, perhaps thanks to Depp’s colorful character.

It’s not amusing. Notwithstanding their celebrity status, it’s all trivial and unglamorous: you have a couple, once in love, now hating and fighting. I’m not going into the details of the actual trial. That’s a separate story.

I’ve seen it so many times. With my parents, for example. There were together for twenty years. Then my Dad left my Mom. Her anguish was extreme. She was suicidal. She went from loving Dad to hating him, and, now, many years later despising him. Fortunately, she recovered and rebuilt her life. So this is what’s left of my parents’ twenty years together: nothing, emptiness, dark energy. Not even ashes.

I’ve seen it with my other relatives and friends. Break-ups, divorces, and ugly affairs. I’ve seen how children get manipulated and put in the crossfire.

What bothers me is not that there are break-ups. I’m not naive. I realize that many “loves” in our lives are transitory. Because life’s complicated and ever-changing. What was dear in the past — our home countries and cities, our jobs, our partners, our convictions — often feels alien today.

What makes me sad is how love turns to hate, how two people, once madly in love and as close as they could be — emotionally and physically…