Reading that over, I sound like a character in a Robertson Davies novel or a Merchant Ivory film. But that would miss the post-punk keyboardist, theater in college part of the story. And it would miss the existential car crashes all (or almost all) grownups have on their record. And the hard-won hope.
Not at all comfortable with this sort of forum, but recently on the other side of a marriage, and although it probably is true that a great many people on this site are here to get over someone, I'm actually not. I'm here to keep living my curious life. Which means meeting new people. Well, all people are new every day. I mean, people new to me.