Two years ago, when I was 36, I caught my husband cheating on me with a younger woman.

I don’t know how I would have gotten through the divorce and everything else that followed without Georgia, a friend of my daughter who has been closer to me, more like a daughter, or even a best friend, than my actual daughter Tracy, who couldn’t wait to get out of the house when it came time to leave for college, and hasn’t had a word to spare for me since.

When I had nowhere else to turn, Georgia really came through for me, giving me a lot of moral support until I got my act together. Which I did just in time to see both girls off to college. After their freshman year Tracy didn’t even come home; she spent the summer hitchhiking through Europe. But Georgia not only came back but actually lived with... Read More