As my daughter and I sat there, I thought for a moment about how she felt seeing both her parents online looking for companionship again but not with each other. I looked at her and said, “Do you think we’ve had enough of this Angie?” I turned to hug her, realizing loneliness wasn’t tricky at all and sleeping alone was not such a lonely option. I was O.K. without her dad and always believed in what I read once — that behind every great woman is herself.  I assured her that at a time in my life, I did know love with her father, and I would know love again. This time of alone was not loneliness. It was my time to relish in the beauty of what it will teach me.