After 14 years of wedded bliss, and 18 months of divorce hell, my lawyer is $14,000 richer, and I am alone. Alone in the good way. As in “not lonely,” but content that there is no one to tell me what to do, or how I suck, or what a shitty person I am. So sit back, grab a margarita, and read about the trials and tribulations of a 30-something hitting the dating scene, all while juggling full-time work, raising a teenager and two elementary schoolers. And you thought you had it rough.