While looking for peace there may sound insane, for me, the move was a lifesaver.
In Cairo, I resurrected the bold, adventurous woman I'd been two decades earlier, before I'd yielded to the pressures and should-dos of grown-up life.
Instead, I chose to relocate with my two young sons to a country in turmoil, arriving on the bloodiest day in its modern history. 14, 2013, the day Egyptian forces killed more than 700 civilian demonstrators — including a British journalist who had been a guest at a dinner party I'd thrown — I moved to Egypt.Twenty years and two kids later, we were still in New York, settled as firmly as if our feet had been cemented there. The pain was still there, but dealing with the trials of daily life in Egypt as a single woman was empowering.I didn't want to get into another serious relationship any time soon. As if anything in my life had gone according to plan…One night, I noticed a Friend request on Facebook from someone I didn't know.I wonder if this is too much of an age difference in the opposite direction?When my marriage collapsed in a cascade of discoveries about my husband, I did what many women before me have done: I fled to a place where I thought I would be able to heal and find clarity.
If a lot of your guy’s friends are like him—young and single—going out to bars until 4 a.m.