Over the past few years I have taken hundreds of selfies and posted them all over my social media. The discussion about the narcissistic nature of folks who take selfies has made its way out of the psychiatric community and is now somewhat commonplace. And therefore, I have been called…
Imagine if we could travel back in time. Thinking back to troubled periods in my life, I recall having daily thoughts of wanting to travel back in time. So let’s say I could go back in time and relive only one day. What day would it be and what would I do differently?
We met at Steve’s New Jersey suburban home. It’s about 20 minutes from where the New York Giants play in East Rutherford, New Jersey. I got there when Steve was driving up with his wife and family in his big SUV. I immediately had a flashback to about 20 years ago…
I remember looking at them back then and imagining a future when all of them had graduated from college. They would all be on their own, financially independent, married and with children. I thought of them scattered across the country…
I was determined to follow a different path and not allow history to repeat itself – for the third time. I had 13 years and a lot more life experience under my belt, which gave me the strength and wisdom to develop these 10 habits to direct me to happiness and success after divorce:
I have spent the last 19 years raising my kids by myself, which has taught me more than I could ever possibly write about what is really important. So in the holiday spirit, I share the 12 things I wish for this coming year.
I had gone through the divorce from hell but I still hoped to find that elusive and special woman that I could spend the rest of my life with. I hadn’t dated in over twelve years, but with a lot more life experience and little more confidence, I thought I would have a relatively easy time at it.
It was late 1996 and my marriage and family life I dreamt of was ending. My wife of 8 years and mother of our 5 small children was gone. The emotional strain of it all caused me to let myself go and I weighed on the wrong side of 300lbs. I felt undesirable, and I feared I may be alone forever.
When I was little boy growing up in the New Jersey suburbs, my idea of a what it took to be a man was formed by the stereotypes I watched in the movies and on TV. I wanted to be a combination of Dirty Harry, James Bond (Sean Connery only) and the Fonz.
It was late 1996 and my marriage and family life I dreamt of was ending. My wife of 8 years and mother of our 5 small children was gone. Our children had borne the brunt of this. The next few years of my life were filled with court dates, forensic accountants and custody evaluators.