DEAR ABBY: I’m a middle-aged lady who has survived a 30-year poisonous relationship with a covert narcissist. I'm now blessed to have the ability to divorce him and get remedy for his emotional abuse. I've six wonderful grown kids. I’m additionally a sophomore in school and have a part-time job. This is the primary time in my life I'm able to really do issues on my own. To say the least, I'm busy. Most of the time, I take pleasure in it — procuring, motion pictures and even eating out. However, for some purpose (particularly whereas eating out), I get undesirable expressions of sympathy for being alone. Strangers remark about how unhappy it's to see