It was many New Years Eves ago, yet I remember it like it was yesterday. It was still early, maybe 5-ish. I went to to pick up hot dogs for the kid’s dinner. I had no plans that night, I was getting divorced. My husband didn’t love me anymore and my greener pastures were still in the future. Standing in line, waiting to pay, I ran into Mark. He was my brother’s best friend and he knew my story. I guess Mark wasn’t the sensitive type, because he laid on his own love story pretty thick. He and his wife always do “this” on New Years’ Eve. He and his wife love it when “that” happens on New Year’s Eve. I was miserable and his happiness brought me even lower. Read next feature >