I ended my marriage right before we were supposed to move to paradise. He still moved; I stayed behind to figure out whether I was having some kind of life crisis or was just ready to experience life on my terms. It's been a year and spoiler alert, I still haven't figured it out. To complicate things, because that's what I seem hell bent on doing, I met a guy that I have no business messing around with, I don't like my job, and oh yeah, my ex is back. Now, it's time to really decide who I am.