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They’ve been apart now for three years. Their divorce only became official a few months ago. And I swear to God, no word of a lie, he has lamented over how broke he is ever since they separated.
But the other day, my best friend Hali, now his ex-wife, shocked me by blurting: “Guess who bought a house?”
“Paul?” I asked, mouth hanging open.
“Yup.”
“Where is it?”
“In the same neighbourhood as me and the kids, a few streets over. And it’s 2,200 square feet.”
I couldn’t believe it! Houses in her neighborhood were NOT cheap! How in the hell did he afford it? I wondered. Ever since they’d separated, he’d argued he’d been ‘forced’ to live in dingy, one-bedroom basement suites; like I said, he constantly sang a sang of woe! Especially since she was living in a nice house with nice things (which he reminded her of incessantly) and he was paying her ‘living expenses’ through spousal support. (read more here)
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Yesterday, I received a letter from a newly-separated woman who’d recently signed up on a dating site. She wrote:
A divorced girlfriend of mine was going out on a date - a third date, which rarely happened with her. And as we talked over the phone beforehand, she was almost panicked.
My divorced friend and I were standing together watching our kids play ball in the field.
Then one day, in January 2008, I decided to use my writing to free me from my past; I started writing my memoir. I had no idea how to do it, nor did I have any idea if one day I’d sell it. I just needed to write, to figure out the insanity of my life, and FINISH something; something that was all about me.