...or so they say. Last spring, in March 2009, not one but two of my closest friends decided to take the leap and get out of marriages that weren't working. Coincidentally. They hadn't planned the synchronized split, but there you have it. Two women, with teenage kids, suddenly single. After 40.
T (her real name is not T, this is a just a nickname) was the first to give her overbearing, boring, unemployed hubby the boot. "His lack of motivation and willingness to stay home and do nothing is not foreplay any longer. Actually, 'foreplay' implies there was some action in our love life - the only action I was getting was when he'd accidentally brush up against me trying to get back to the couch."
Suz probably should have left her overbearing, cheating, narcissistic louse of a spouse a year earlier, when she found him en flagrante during a hunting trip. "Hunting trip my ass, the only thing he bagged was a chick who worked at the rifle range."
Which is how my pals found themselves last spring. And by found I really mean lost. And in losing that part of themselves labeled wife, they begin to find themselves a new life, one full of rich opportunities and hilarious adventures.
This is about them and their crazy drama that has made me laugh a lot. It's also about the heartache of once being married, raising kids, getting divorced, and starting a new life when you're suddenly single - life after 40.
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