I've been having long conversations lately with recently separated men, both of whom have gone straight to the dating scene, fearing loneliness. (And also looking for sex.)
And some women feel the same.
I can imagine that if you are recently separated and all alone, you may be feeling sorry for yourself, especially in this freezing whether!
I'm a few years down the line now and - not to gloat, but to give hope - I've just had a lovely evening all by myself. The last of my children is off at uni now and I live alone for the first time in over 30 years. Admittedly, my boiler has not packed in, and indeed I made myself a roaring fire. I cooked what I wanted for my dinner, early, and ate it in front of the telly, watching a subtitled video I have had for ages and never got round to. The video was recommended by a Frenchman I took in as a lodger while waiting to sell the big house after my ex took off and stopped giving us any money. I would never have met this charming young man, never have met many of my closest friends of the last few years (some through wikivorce), never have bought my own home, never got a job after over 20 years out of the workforce, never have written a book, and never had the satisfaction of living my own life.
I honestly thought I could not live without him. I could barely breathe and made myself very unwell, as some old timers here may remember. I had no way to support myself and were it not for my children, would have wanted to end it all. How silly it seems now that I am living a more authentic and satisfying life. I can moan about my more modest means, my commute and my job, but I know where I stand and I like it.
If I, who was so utterly dependent on my husband, can do this when I thought it impossible, so can you.