Things were looking pretty good for me: 48 years old, four kids almost grown, a husband with a full head of hair, and a kitchen with miles of granite. What more could a girl want … other than an outdoor kitchen and new Tommy Bahama patio furniture for the lanai (what us Floridians call a patio).
I assumed my husband would be delivering one of those items in honor of our 25th wedding anniversary. Instead he brought home the news that he was leaving me for a beautiful blonde. When I finally absorbed the news, I was like, “Well this fucking sucks.” Not only was there to be no outdoor kitchen or new patio furniture; there was to be no husband either.
This article appears in Dec 27, 2012 – Jan 2, 2013.