Recently, I finally read a book that almost every single one of my friends read and adored: “The Perks of Being a Wallflower.” I enjoyed it tremendously, although it was a little hard to get into at first, because we were watching Charlie grow up, and as we were watching him, his writing, as much as his point of view, was changing. Characters in his world went from being his favorite person to committing heinous acts, and vice versa.
After I finished reading it, I sat down and I thought a long, long time about where my life had come from to the point where I was sitting in a local garden and reading this book. Three years ago, I wrote about loving my then-husband. Now, he has become a vile person who truly did despicable things — even as I wrote about how I loved him. although not to … Read more
I had written in the past about selfish behavior being okay in a divorce. But sometimes there is such a thing as being too selfish. And unfortunately for me, I learned it the hard way.
After my divorce, I hated turning to girls for dating advice. Even though some of them like P, AB and SL, gave me excellent advice, in general it boiled down to, “Keep your legs shut.” Which is why I started turned to the advice of my Y-chromosomed friends and started looking for wingmen.
This is the 200th La Divorcee Vita post! Thank you so much for everyone who has been a part of this blog so far. We’re still going to keep going, but today, I’m looking at where I came from with my family tree.
At one point, AB and I were talking about whether I was in love with A. Of course, I wasn’t. However, she asked me if I have ever been in love. My answer? “Once.” The truth is I have a fear of falling in love. I can’t help it. It just is.