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A while back, I asked readers to weigh in on the following question: In what ways has your divorce affected your current behavior when it comes to dating and relationships? The responses that you submitted varied greatly, from feeling as though divorce has taught you what to avoid, to having lingering issues with trust. Your [...]
I enjoyed a recent Huffington Post Divorce post called “Dating After Divorce: Rebounds and Supernovas” by comedian and writer Juliet Jeske. We all know what a “rebound” relationship is, but what about a “supernova?” Jeske writes, “I call the first major relationship after leaving my husband the supernova—a collection of stars exploding all at once [...]
As far as I was concerned, one of the highlights of getting married was kissing the dating scene goodbye. I met my ex-husband when I was 27, so I’d had my fair share of sizing up strangers as potential dinner companions or life partners, which is about as much fun as shopping for swimsuits. You [...]
“Dissolution of marriage” is lawyer-speak for divorce, and if you’ve ever had to appear in court to end a marriage, you’ll probably agree that the jargon feels quite appropriate. Technical, yes. But accurate. Consult your friendly online dictionary, and you’ll find that “dissolution” means the act or process of dissolving. The more detailed entry includes [...]
After my parents and I swept the floors and took out the trash, we bid adieu to the rental house I had shared with my soon-to-be-ex-husband. Mom, Dad, and Tucker headed west for Minnesota, leaving me alone to wrap up loose ends. My divorce hearing would be held at the county courthouse the next afternoon, [...]
Believe it or not, I went to church on the Sunday following my Catholic beat-down. My parents encouraged me to join them at the campus chapel where I got married, and I fell for [...]
After I left my husband, I was showered with e-mails and calls of the I’m-here-for-you ilk. It was so affirming to have an inbox full of the best intentions, but it was obvious that failed-marriage sympathy was uncharted territory for my twentysomething [...]
John thought he might smooth things over with a little Chipotle and some good old-fashioned ass-kissing. I nervously devoured my burrito, nodding on cue and making appropriate responses in feigned acquiescence. After a quick kiss goodbye on University Avenue, I made what I now think of as the best move of my life. The fight-or-flight [...]
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