by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed
I don’t talk about myself much, even with my friends. So when my divorce was finalized in March, all but a very small circle of friends knew. Even today, I still haven’t changed my Facebook status because I don’t want to shout it from the rooftops. I dislike pity parties, unlike P.P. Patti (an inside joke for those of you who have read my beekeeping series). That’s me. I’ve been a very private person.
On March 4th, I turned 60. On the 21st of that same month, I became a single woman and moved into my own place after 25 years of marriage.
I’m ready to share that now, partly because some of the things I’d like to include in my weekly Wednesday posts involve my new status.
My ex and I have remained friends. We have dinner on a regular basis and discuss our grown kids and whatever else we still have in common after so many years of knowing each other.
Anyway, please don’t express sympathies. I’ve started a new adventure and I’m excited.
There…that wasn’t so bad:)
(to be continued...)