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Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40
Once upon a time and happily ever after graced the corridors of my consciousness, but not anymore. Now my psyche cries get through the day and don’t commit homicide. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part Two
From my right comes a deep voice. A man voice. It startles me and I turn to see someone who would earn a lot of swipe-rights. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part Three
I recognize him right away, his dark hair sprinkled with gray a perfect match to his profile picture. Which is a relief. Lots of guys post pictures from a decade ago, thirty pounds ago, or a couple of ex-wives ago. As if nobody would notice. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 4
Excuse me? I’ve been called a lot of names over the course of my forty years. But the words Christmas hussy have never been uttered. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 5
A worry pokes the back of my brain, an inescapable anxiety that I wasted my best years on the ex-hole. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 6
Recently divorced Anna Waite is learning to appreciate life after first love. With the support of her best friend Kira and a solid sense of humor, Anna tackles the world of dating. This is her coming-of-middle-age story. THE (NON) DATE WHERE I MOVE A COUCH I often ask myself, how did I get into this ... -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 7
The way he says friend makes me smile, and warmth spreads in my belly. It fills me like a pecan pie straight from the oven. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 8
He laughs so hard he struggles to catch his breath. Taking a snapshot of the sound, I close it in my memory, like a mental locket ready to open when I need it. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 9
Recently divorced Anna Waite is learning to appreciate life after first love. This is her coming of middle age story. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 10
The memory of Dylan’s laughter escapes from my mental locket. I can imagine his eyes crinkling, the gray brilliant with humor. His smile curving upwards and making his face almost too beautiful to look at.