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- Send instant anonymous feedback to the author. I thought that I had the perfect life. Everything that I had done was designed to land me in my present position as president of the University of New Orleans, which is no small feat for a woman of forty. My carefully crafted persona of the executive woman, meticulous dressed, and always in control, at first was a role that I played. More and more, I had allowed that persona, with its lack of emotion to invade my marriage. Looking back on it, my husband, John, had begun hinting that he wanted more of my time, more of my attention, and more sex, three years ago. I was full of my career, and was of the attitude that he should be satisfied that his wife was so successful. I continued going to all the meetings, and conventions, without regard to his feelings.
It was a shock, when he had divorce papers served on me. Two days after our divorce was final, he married his secretary, a woman of thirty-one. At first, I was angry that my image was tarnished. Them, I immersed myself in my work, telling myself, that I did not need anyone in my life. Loneliness set in. We had sold our home, so I had moved into a condo, a new lonely place.