Tonight, in the car I borrowed from my parents, I Tweeted this:

Stories of hope and loss, jerks and saints this Christmas day. It’s been uplifting and sad all at the same time, but we’ll make it.

In recent years, when coming back to my hometown, I’ve been visiting an old friend from my high school years at her moms home. Her parents are divorced, so it’s her mom and her boyfriend.

This year I noticed that the boyfriend wasn’t there. All his stuff was missing. After two nights of hanging out I was told what happened.

After a tense thanksgiving, and a few weeks of not talking, it seems he removed all his stuff and left town, while mom was at work.

My heart sank. To come home to a cleaned out apartment. Someone she spent four years with. Gone. They had their issues and this and that (who doesn’t?), but this story just sunk me.

It’s not the type of story you end up blogging about on the night of Christmas, at least for me. This sort of thing really shows the stories we all share, throughout our lives. We type and tweet, post links to interesting photos, and yet there’s so much going on that we’ll never see.

Forget about life on other planets, there’s life on the other side of our computer screens.