I was a typical (yet still fabulous) SUV-driving suburban Jewish housewife. Although I graduated from a large national law school, I worked for all of one minute (not as a lawyer), and made the choice early on to stay home and raise my family while my husband built his career as a successful M&A lawyer.
Fast-forward 16 years. While I was busy polishing the granite and stainless steel appliances, competing with myself to be a more ethnic version of Martha Stewart, and running my three little geniuses back and forth to baseball and softball games, as well as to tennis, piano, and Mandarin lessons (Tiger Mom?), my husband up and left me for another (although certainly not as fabulous) woman. Today he lives in Asia with his new wife. And here I remain in my northern New Jersey home, a newly divorced mom, left to figure it all out.
My name is Stacey Freeman (formerly Sophie, my pseudonym) and you know me. Well, not literally. But if you did, I could be one of your best girlfriends. So let’s laugh together, cry together, and hopefully even learn something from one another. And maybe afterward, we can even meet at Starbucks for a latte.