When I first split up with my stbx I was still (barely) in my 30s. I just assumed that I would meet someone else and would have a new relationship at some stage. I was in no hurry as it was a really bad split and I needed to focus on getting myself and my children through it. I was also a mess from the marriage itself and the abuse in all its different forms. I had the good sense to know that I was too screwed up myself and I needed to heal before I got into a new relationship.
That was all fine. I was only 39. There was no rush. I had loads of time. So I focused on the children and building a