Some men and women after divorce go crazy when it comes to sex, seeking out multiple physical encounters. If that is the case, my opinion is that they are trying to cover up a deep wound with a temporary Band-Aid, and it never works.
Vegas threw me a rope and I grabbed it with both hands, and legs, and all the strength of someone stuck in a hole would need to get out. Now, as I resurface into the world, the light is so bright I can hardly see. It's like being born again.
When I got divorced, and the holiday season came around, sending a card didn't really enter my mind. Why would it? I wasn't a family anymore. We were broken. Did anyone really want a card from a divorcee and her two kids?