It wasn’t until ’she’ phoned in the middle of the night that Pam became suspicious. The woman was obviously drunk, her voice a string of slurs. And when Pam asked, “Who is this?”, all she got heard was “(Giggles) Just a friend…(click).”
The next day, Pam confronted her husband. Completely taken off guard, he insisted they were “only friends.” As the confrontation progressed, that soon changed to ”OK, so we were really good friends.” By the end, he’d even finally gone so far as to admit that “YES…there was ONE time that we kissed. But I SWEAR we never slept together.”
And what did Pam do with this info? Why, what any wife/mother of young children who is in total shock would do: she believed him…
…until she told her best friend what had happened. She then heard from her girlfriend the words she feared most: “I think he’s lying, Pam. He said he only kissed her? That makes no sense - who stops at a kiss? Maybe if he was ten years old…but a full-grown man? A man who knows how good sex feels? I don’t think so. Especially since they were supposedly such “good friends.”” (read more here)













Sometimes dealing with an ex can feel like you’re dealing with a child: you give and give and give….you kindly explain the same thing over and over and over again …yet still they don’t ‘get it.’ And though it’s sad to say - and painful to have to do - sometimes we have to take legal action to make them ‘grow up.’
I say without shame that over the past two years since divorcing, I’ve felt lows unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It wasn’t just because of experiencing infidelity, though that full-body shock and heartbreak was excruciating. There were also many other kinds of ‘lows’: feelings of emptiness….restlessness… loneliness. And of course the big one: FEAR.
Like most women, I’m guilty of it too – that is, I often wear black clothes simply because they’re slimming. And when we feel slimmer, we often feel better about ourselves, right?
Within months of separating from my ex two years ago, I suddenly felt an incredible need to redecorate the master bedroom. I’m not sure if I did it more as a mental distraction at the time, or if some unconscious part of me knew I needed to ‘get him out of there” and make a new space just for me.Regardless, redecorating had an astoundingly soothing AND uplifting effect on me. The master bedroom became MY place to rest and recharge, MY personal space, a reflection of ME …even though just outside the door was a family dream and identity in shambles.
This past weekend I got together with a few of my closest girlfriends for our annual Christmas dinner (no men allowed!). These are women I’ve known for more than a decade – some married, some still single, some divorced.
These days you name it and you can find it in gift certificate form – spa treatments, movies, furniture… But what do you think of the idea of a ‘Divorce Voucher’ as a Christmas gift?’
This past week, Mother Nature unleashed her winter wrath up here in Calgary, Alberta. We’re talking large dumps of snow and temperatures than hovered between -25 and -40 C (that’s -12 to -40 F). And though I’m accustomed to extreme weather conditions being a born and bred Canuck, something REALLY stood out for me during this cold bout: awareness of my own mortality…and the effect my death or a serious injury would have on my young children.
Last weekend, Carnival’s cruise ship, Elation, hit the mighty seas for what was branded as the first ever, “Cougar Cruise.” Parting from San Diego, California and porting in Ensenada, Mexico, this three day adventure was marketed as a ‘’sexually charged’ trip of dancing, eating and partying for older women and younger men. According to the trip’s sponsors, 