“nothing like a used-to-be-wife to kill a sexual buzz,” she said.
an old friend shared a similar story about his sister who, recently divorced, lives in a “tiny house” that sits in the backyard of her matrimonial home. the set up mostly works well — her kids, aged six and eleven, visit whenever they want, while she joins them and their dad for dinner in the big house a few times each week.
“the thing is, she is never alone,” he said, “like really alone.” he went on to describe the discomfort she felt having to answer questions from her kids about the man who was sprinkling rose petals on her doorstep at 6 a.m., and the “jumpy” shadows, as her son put it, that he spotted in her front room from his bedroom window.
“what am i, 16?” she had tearfully asked my friend after a desperate effort to get some serious alone time with her lover resulted in a flustered conversation with a police officer who had tapped on her car’s foggy window to ask if she — with her rumpled grey hair and mid-section stretch marks — was a consenting adult.
there’s no question that getting moments alone as a new couple can be a challenge at the best of times. between the demands of work and family, there never seems to be enough minutes for us to spend time alone as individuals, never mind explore blossoming relationships. add in a global pandemic that has, for the most part, shut down any meaningful travel, made weekend getaways outrageously pricey and transformed romantic nights-out into anxiety-filled potential death wishes, and well, budding love is left a little wilted.