One day I’ll live in a house in Brentwood with a walk in closet and two little yappy dogs. This is my mantra. I say it every night. This is what happens to you when you’re divorced, raising a teenage daughter on your own, working 9am-6pm Monday – Friday, and suddenly dating again in your forties. Follow me as I attempt to navigate these often treacherous waters despite the fact that sometimes there just isn’t enough Xanax.