The first night Barb spent on her own in 20 years, she lit candles, opened a bottle of wine, rented a chick flick, and ordered in Chinese with a Ben & Jerry’s chaser. She had a fabulous time.
The second night, she cried her eyes out.
By the third night, she had made alternative and admittedly somewhat conflicting plans for remodeling the entire first floor, ditching her current job to become a massage therapist, dyeing her hair blond (or possibly just cutting it off altogether and letting it go grey), and moving to Spain.
Barb spent the fourth night in a combination of rage and exhilaration, cleaning out closets and tossing everything that had any negative associations.
The fifth night, she dug some of the more sentimental items back out of the trash.