Iwas married once. I lived in a beautiful house with my husband, one child, two dogs, three cats and a guinea pig. Now I am divorced (I don’t know why I can’t just be ‘single’ again, but apparently it doesn’t work like that) and I live completely alone. I had been married almost 25 years when the heartbreaking decision to leave my husband was made. Approaching 45, I felt decidedly middle-aged, not very attractive, and thought it quite unlikely that I would ever again meet anyone who might be interested in me. Which goes to show just how wrong a girl can be.
On an evening out with a group of friends not even a year later, I was introduced to a man with whom I would eventually fall in love. In the dizzying first months we were barely apart.