My girlfriends meant well.
They supported me, the newly crowned “divorced” girlfriend, through copious amounts of wine and self-help books and blind dates with men they knew from spin class. My post-divorce life was a dizzying blur that closely resembled movie scenes replete with girl (me) blubbering into soggy tissue while friends nodded in sympathetic understanding as we sat on overstuffed Pottery Barn couches. [Queue another glass of chardonnay.] Admittedly, we were all novices…
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Instead of giving a politician the keys to the city, it might be better to change the locks. – Doug Larson
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