After 22 years of marriage which doesn't include 4 years we dated...for a total of 26 years, I find myself like a fish out of water. Where and how do I begin to find love again? I went through the rough part. Facing the betrayal I felt, the tears I thought would never end, the anger, the shame, the fear of being alone with my two teenage sons. Would I be ok? Would we be ok? These are the questions that kept me up at night. And so I reached the point. You know, the point where I felt strong enough again to head out on this journey in search of my prince. Here begins...the chronicles of love for a divorced mother of 2 in her late 40s.