Does it ever feel to you, after you're separated or divorced, that there are two parallel towns you live in? There's the one you lived in when you were married, peopled with the couples you hung out with, and if you have kids, populated also with the parents of your kids' friends, possibly (in some egregious cases) in-laws... There was a whole teeming population of people many of whom- when you got divorced, got wiped off the map. And then, Alice In Wonderland-like, you suddenly found yourself in a whole other place, you could call it Second City. Even if you stayed in the same apartment or house, it's different, your town has become a much less populous and thriving place. In fact, around this time of year, it can be downright depressing if you haven't at a minimum found someone new to repopulate your bed let alone your neighborhood.
Why is it that you need to move into this second, somewhat barren city? You kind of liked the one you were in, relationship discord notwithstanding. It's like punishment, banishment, for a crime you didn't commit! (on the other hand...) It can feel like a bad dream or a Twilight Zone episode where you are waving and shouting "helllloooooo" to everyone as they pass, the parents of your son's friends, the couple who were your movie buddies, but they don't see you, you are walking through your town like a ghost.
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