Linda had been married for about 10 years, suffering from numerous health problems and their resulting fertility issues. She lived in a place where the services of a fertility specialist were not free like they are in Canada, so Linda and her husband had to save up for a long time to see a doctor. They both worked extra hours and picked up occasional second jobs to pay for the privilege of maybe getting pregnant.

After eight months of trying, they decided to give the whole thing a break for a while to give Linda's body the chance to recuperate. One day, Linda's fertility specialist called her in for an appointment on her own. Without a clue what could possibly require a solo visit, Linda dutifully went along.

When she arrived, she noticed the doctor was pregnant. When she congratulated her on her pregnancy, there was an awkward silence. It turned out the baby was Linda's husband's. The doctor didn't like being the bearer of bad news, but Linda's husband would be leaving her and marrying the doctor instead.

By the time Linda got home, her husband's things were gone.

It's so easy to think that our divorce is the worst divorce, the hardest divorce, the most acrimonious divorce. Sometimes, though, we hear someone's story and it makes us gasp out loud. Do you have any stories like this one? How are your friends coping?