The Beginning
A night in the van with Mary, who would guess After my first divorce and before Mary, I spent many Christmases in a local bar. As usual, the regulars were there. I guess we all had our personal reasons for being there. I’m sure mine was probably not much different than the others, So the yearly lonely, broken hearts club was underway. Drinking, pretending to be happy, trying to disguise the real reasons for being there. Everyone acting happy to see someone you never associate with any other time. For tonight we’re one big dysfunctional family with one thing in common, that was we had no significant other to to go home to. I eventually saw a familiar and welcome face, it was my Aunt Jenny, by marriage, now divorced. I walked up to the bar and …