I figure with good health, I can live another 20 or 25 years. I don't have a single urge to waste any of those on coupling. Having friends, sure, but the line stops right there.

My husband left me for another woman and he's itching for the divorce so he can marry his one true love. I was stalling to make sure he did right by our kid, but the disability lawyer we're using for our kiddo is also setting up my will so any money will go in a trust for him and she said I need to go ahead and divorce because community property laws supersede wills. I guess that's the way it should be, but grrr, he better do right by our son or I might just, well, I don't know what I might just but that dummy needs to remember he had a child before he found a childish homewrecker.

Anyway, I feel sorrier for him than he ever could for me. She makes his life a living hell. I get to run my own life and sometimes it's hard and sometimes it's magical and mostly its deliciously solo. I have so many choices and he seems to have none, though that one choice is what is making his life choiceless and from my view, awful. Everyone who knew him before is mortified including his first wife and even his mother.

Nobody has worried about my aloneness yet, they just think it's a stage. And really, how can I counter that? But I know deep in my happily solo heart that I am done with relationships. No regrets, just looking forward to steering my own boat from now on. Delicious!