Soul Mates Defined

Soul Mate is defined this way: “A soul mate is a person with whom you have a deep ‘broad-based' compatibility,” from Dr. Neil Clark Warren’s book “Date. or Soul Mate?” For more on Soul Mates, do yourself a favor and visit his Web site: http://www.eharmony.com

This book deals with Soul Mates too, but with the ones Left Behind. Sorry, it doesn’t deal with kids and divorce or solving money problems or how to pick a divorce lawyer (or kill one). It deals with how to survive a broken heart; how to breathe with a boulder of despair sitting on your chest; how to stop crying, even though you can’t, especially when a black cloud sweeps in and steals your composure. Equally import, it deals with how to stop your spouse from dictating who you are and how you act. Kamikaze-Cathy is an example of what “not” to do. Once you finish this book, you’ll have a proven formula of “How to get up and get on with the rest of your life” - even after a sad divorce. I know the formula works because it worked for me. Signed jinx

Kamikaze-Cathy: Aireos, Letter # 5 is where I introduced Controlled-Cathy who turned into Crazy-Cathy the kamikaze pilot - some kind of Mike Tyson-ish wacko, stopping short of biting off her X-husband’s girlfriend’s ear.

The scene is in a Wal-Mart parking lot. Sweet Controlled-Cathy has just parked her car and meets, coming out of the store, her soon to be X-husband and his young, twenty-ish girlfriend. “His girlfriend is dressed in skimpy low-rise hipster-shorts and a very short belly-T-shirt. She is proudly showing off her - I’ve never had a baby - flat tanned tummy with its pierced belly button,” quoting Controlled-Cathy.

A few niceties were exchanged; then a few not so niceties were exchanged; then some really ugly words were exchanged. The long and the short of it was Controlled-Cathy pulled some hair, blacked an eye, got arrested and now the girlfriend has a “no more than one-hundred yards” restraining order against Controlled-Cathy.

Aireos, who would have “thunk it”. The Controlled-Cathy, we all know and love, suddenly turning into Crazy-Cathy the kamikaze pilot - psychotically beating up pretty young girls in busy parking lots, all the while in full view of Wal-Mart’s security cameras.

“Yes, Judge. See? See? That’s her in that ratty old red flannel shirt and baggy-bottom pants, pulling my hair, whirling me around and flinging me down on that hard old asphalt. Because of her (sniffle, sniffle, tear, tear), I broke a nail too, your Honor.”

But it gets worse, Aireos. Crazy-Cathy did one more mindless stunt before we got the old “Controlled-Cathy” back. She had unprotected sex with her “X”.

Marriage Divorce and the Soul Mates Left Behind $19.95