Full disclosure: I am not a trained therapist, marriage counselor, grief counselor or anything of the sort, but I can speak from the experience of my own divorce, and I have a pretty good ear so I can also throw in a few lessons I’ve learned from other friends as well.
She needed an ear, and I was that ear. I had that same room for the four years I was there (and, yes, that’s an exceptionally nerdy thing to do), and for four years she would call me every couple of weeks for another marathon conversation. I never even knew her name. But was she the lonely one?