I took the trash out the other night, and had my heart broken.
This was the scene in the dumpster's little "cage":
One of our neighbors recently moved out, and here on the concrete, amidst various trashed household items, was a set of wedding photos and invite frame with friends' handwritten well wishes. Just tossed out with the mountain dew, old rugs and broken furniture.
I literally just stopped and stared, so saddened by the state of marriage. The broken dreams, the dashed hopes ... It made me want to cry.