A is for Affair

I am in a yoga gratitude challenge this month at my yoga studio.  Along with 16 yoga practices this month, we are asked to practice daily gratitude.  One suggestion is to write a gratitude A-Z list, for each letter of the alphabet find something you feel real gratitude for. So I began.  A.  The first […]

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I’m Back

I haven’t written for quite some time.  Not sure why.  My excuse is time, but that is really only an excuse.  Maybe habit?  I just got out of the habit?  Or maybe I just got lazy.  Doesn’t really matter.  I am back now and ready to continue to share my story.  It has been almost […]

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Is it a date?

I actually didn’t even know if I would recognize him.  When we talked about getting together, I asked if he just wanted to meet somewhere.  He said no, he would pick me up.  I was staying at my mother’s apartment.  He texted me when he got there.  I went down to meet him.  It was […]

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40th High School Reunion

It has been a while since my last post.  So much has gone on.  I don’t even know where to begin.  So let me start with a guy.  This sounds so cliche, but I went to my 40th high school reunion and met a guy there.  I was in a class of over 700, so […]

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Learning a Big Lesson

I hurt a friend deeply by saying something I should not have.  We were out drinking and carrying on and I did something stupid.  But that is not an excuse.  I own my bad behavior and feel just terrible about it.  One huge thing I have gotten from this journey after the betrayal is to […]

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Dating after your husband cheats and leaves you for the younger other woman

In the aftermath of the affair, my self-esteem was pretty much gone.  I didn’t feel like a beautiful, sexual, wonderful, vibrant female, but rather like an old dried up hag.  The thought of dating again scared the heck out of me.  There was no way I wanted to get hurt again.  And I felt like […]

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The Irish Man

We walked outside.  He asked if he could hold my hand.  He knew where he wanted to take me.  To a Spanish restaurant for tapas.  It was maybe a 15 minute walk.  We held hands and kissed pretty often as we strolled through the streets of Dublin.  We were in a busy area.  He told […]

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