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This post is part of my “Traveler’s Tales” series: guest blogposts written by women who have experienced divorce. You can find other entries in this series here. By Simone ========== On being single…and not liking it so much. The other day, my daughter announced that her father needed to go on Match.com and start dating. [...]

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Another post in the series of Traveler’s Tales A Guest Post by Christy I am new today. While I realized within a couple months that my ex-husband’s departure was more than threat and my marriage was over, today conjures a set of emotions I hadn’t imagined. The state of California mandates a six-month legal separation [...]

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Another post in the series of Traveler’s Tales A Guest Post by Jeanne When my sons were small, I used to tell people I was divorced with two children. Full stop. End of story. Of course, people who knew us wondered how I got one Asian child and one pale-skinned red head with only one [...]

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Another post in the series of Traveler’s Tales A Guest Post by Mary Sometimes I still turn into a puddle. This time of year is filled with first “anniversaries” I’d rather not remember, let alone commemorate. The day my husband told me he thought we should do a trial separation.  The day I found out [...]

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This is the first installment in the Traveler’s Tales series A Guest Post by Simone I miss sex.  There, I’ve said it.  At a slightly old, and not at all cougarish 42, I really do miss having someone that knows my body.  That knows what to touch, where to touch, and (perhaps most importantly) when.  [...]

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Within moments of John telling me that he was leaving our marriage, I texted a friend: John is leaving me.  In despair.  Can I come over? I remember almost nothing of that night except that I had a shoulder to cry on and a friend who listened and offered every imaginable support, while serving me [...]