I'm looking for commiseration and absolution, maybe a little scolding, and hopefully some good advice. Here's the deal: My marriage was doomed, five years of wasted time. My husband was a drunk and a depressed loser. I had been threatening my husband with divorce for at least a year when I met the Goombah. The Goombah was good-looking, charming, and appeared to be really into me. I was really attracted to him, which spelled the final word for my marriage. I served my husband with papers, and he suddenly saw the light and went to rehab. I panicked and slept with the Goombah. Everything went to hell. The Goombah blew me off like the sleazy one-night-stand I now realize I was, and I'm too mortified to tell my friends. They think I'm crying my eyes out over the divorce. I am totally obsesssed with this *******. Is it possible to be in love with someone who has the morals of a goat (kettle...black?) and the attention span of a goldfish?
I know I'm not the only person on the planet who has screwed up totally when she got divorced. Is this a rite of passage?