Dating after divorce in your 20s
She invited me to birthday parties and smoothed the socially turbulent waters by introducing me to friends who had been indignant on her behalf.
Afterward, we giggled at the shocked faces people made when they met me.
Watch it be one of the loudmouths.” We both laughed and sipped our wine.
Beka is my boyfriend’s wife, and the girls are their children.
It was as if I had been saving my maternal love for Rose and Alice, who were then 7 and 3.
One day they brought tears to my eyes when, after a raucous game of me holding them upside down and tickling them, we snuggled on the couch to watch a movie. “I’m so glad you’re part of my family.”Beka was the one who worked the hardest to make me part of the family.
“Many of our friends are going through divorces for the same reason. She was small and beautiful, somehow elegant in casual shorts.
Her two daughters sat between us in child-size pedicure chairs, chattering away and paying no attention to our conversation.
“I scheduled a facial, a massage, and lots of drinks beginning at 2 p.m.,” she said. We know half the attorneys in town, and I bet we’ll see someone in court.
I was sort of hoping she’d sob and weep some more at her loss, but this “come for dinner” thing threw me. My smugness feels huge and ungainly next to her kindness.
Then I realized that it was just another opportunity to demonstrate my superiority. As Beka and I got to know each other, he drank nonstop. Our conversation ranged from trivial matters and uproarious stories about neighborhood matters to serious acknowledgment of our unusual situation.