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During the divorce 15 years agoI am older maybe wiser but still a k** at heart and love to pretend. I get home Saturday around dinner time, after horrible (He?s Cheating, Has other women) things are said by my supposed loving wife of 15 years about how I mentally abuse her or the he doesn?t love me anymore innuendos. A Saturday meeting with attorneys because she cannot meet during the week due her job, this won?t be cheap. The divorce is painfully slow, meetings about this and that are beginning to feel like a hot sweaty day covered in glue rolling through broken glass! I get home and pretend that my c***dren are still there I hear ghostly laughs, feet running across the floor, and faded images of laughing faces, although only in my mind?s eye, I have a hole in my life, the sound of the quiet is so loud! Sunday morning comes early the blanket of night has not lifted yet I roll off the bed still dressed in my clothes from the meeting. I drift out the door drive to the market to pick up some staples and a paper then return home setting the things on the counter to take a shower. Wrapped in a towel I read the paper really not reading it or not really taking in what I read through the whole paper until I hit the social pages at the back. I read about the dances this or that group are holding. I read about a divorce recovery group and circle the number for later reference. I turn the page, there in front of me is four full pages front and back of singles ads. The title of the page is Social Singles, in fine print under the name is a disclaimer ?Risk, Do not give CC info, Meet in a safe place?, then published Thursday