I was married before the ripe-old age of 24.
Before that, I was one of those girls who always had a boyfriend. Always.
And I liked it that way. Safe. Knowable. Predictable. Easy. Neat. Comfort Zone.
So now, here I am at the age of 38. Newly-single. Grabbing and enjoying life in new and amazing ways.  And constantly [...]

Except that now I give off the “vibe.” The Single Vibe. For 15 years, no one so much even looked my way.

Now, everywhere I go, guys are smiling, talking, nodding and, yes, starting with me. Asking for my number, and my email, and my Facebook friendship and my twitter name.

Don’t assume everyone does things, makes decisions and exists for the same reasons you do. And for heaven’s sake, if you are going to make assumptions based on your world view, don’t push them on me. Especially when they have to do with the power — emotional, financial and otherwise — of women.

Just as every couple is unique, so too is every divorce.

We decide to split (or our partner decides to split) for a million different reasons.

Some make sense. Some don’t. Some are real, some kind of made up to hide the real reasons.

Whatever they are, chances are there is some component of “I cannot deal with this person” or “We do everything differently” or “We are total opposites” mixed in there.

She tells me she was with her son at a restaurant. She saw my Mr. Ex walking by, considering the restaurant for himself, with a girl. It was obvious, she said, that they were together. Not just “together” but “together together.”

Hmmmmm….

I’m a pretty simple girl (just don’t ask my Ex Husband to confirm or deny that). All I wanted– all that stood between me and everlasting bliss and happiness — was a big comfy chair in which I could alternate reading and napping.

The trash can is still in the middle of the kitchen floor, supposedly on top of a lizard whose presence I could not handle.

Yea, I haven’t moved it…I am too scared. Who needs a man when you have SuperMom?!

I’m a smart girl. I’m kind of funny too. And I’m not even too bad at doing stuff like opening the easier jars and changing light bulbs. In fact, today I even cleaned out this disgusting, dog-hair-and-dust-filled vacuum thing that I had been dreading and putting off for months.

But there are certain things Mr. Ex did that I just won’t even approach. And boy, do I miss his mad skillz in these areas sometimes.

I’m torn between telling you as much as I possibly can about myself in this one first blog post (impossible, of course) and knowing that once you begin to follow me regularly, you will know everything there is to know (and probably more than I know, so please help me learn more!).

So I decided to start out with a story.