Dating after divorce for women over 40
The wallet also contained a couple of credit cards belonging to someone named Linda. She’d had a nagging sense that something wasn’t right in her relationship, but she’d shaken it off as her being untrusting.These mysterious objects in his wallet, though, seemed to affirm that Richie was engaged in some larger form of deceit, even if she didn’t understand all the details just yet.She was living with her preteen daughters in the suburbs of St.Paul, Minnesota, and working as a flight attendant.When Missi got fed up—Why did I get out of a crappy marriage just to be in this crappy relationship?—some new tragedy would happen (his mother died; he was in a motorcycle accident), and she’d be roped back in.When Missi googled Derek Alldred, half a dozen mug shots of Richie—Derek—popped up, alongside news articles with alarming phrases such as career con man and long history of deception.Missi sat down on the couch and slowly read every word of every article she could find: Derek Alldred had posed as a firefighter and scammed hospitals out of drugs.
He was okay, thank God, but the doctors wanted to do some extra testing, since he’d suffered head trauma while in Afghanistan.
Richie had lingering medical problems from his time in the service, and Missi was constantly having to drop him off at or pick him up from the hospital.
He was always canceling plans, or not showing up when he was supposed to.
Missi Brandt had emerged from a rough few years with a new sense of solidity.
At 45, she was three years sober and on the leeward side of a stormy divorce.
One day in early August, driven by a feeling she couldn’t quite pinpoint, Missi took a peek at Richie’s wallet.