I dreamed up projects for myself. I cleaned the heck out of my house that first year, threw out so much. I'm really into DIY at the moment, refinishing my basement by myself on pennies. I had to stop looking for outside solutions to internal problems, and learn to find happiness and comfort inside of myself. I really, really, really intended to get comfortable with myself and with being alone that first year, and I think I have. I had no libido or desire to be with anyone at all. I frequently said (and still do) that I would GLADLY be celibate for the rest of my life than to put myself and my family through that again.
I am dating again, one guy I really like, and I have taken it EXTREMELY slow, months and months of just hanging out, getting to know each other, being friends. He's a good egg, and I'm glad he's around. He encourages my ambitions and recognizes what makes me tick. I had no idea, and I'm very grateful to have him around. At this point, I wouldn't settle for anything less.