Breaking up with the best man

An 0-2 count in the toughest season of one's life.

I'll try not to overly belabor this post, and just paint the edges. We will see if we can come out anywhere. I've already written a bit about COVID and friendships anyway. (Here's another one.)

Let me set up the back-story as best I can here:

• When I got married for the first time (March 2013), my best man was a kid named Mike; he was a friend of mine from…