The Social Media Page That Gave This Woman a New Life

“I’m too old to make new friends.”

Lisa Marcellino told herself that five years ago, and she believed it then, back when her trust and her life shattered.

Her husband of 34 years had been unfaithful. Lisa found out by chance, from a random text that popped up on his phone. For two weeks, she told no one about his betrayal. She didn’t even confront him. It was all she could do to just breathe and let the hard truth lodge somewhere between her stomach and her throat.

“I felt like someone was stepping on my chest,” she recalls now.

What would she do? Greg had been her college sweetheart, her best friend, her one-and-only lover. And here she was, 61 and single, scared and living in Cincinnati, where her home no longer felt like a home. Their daughter, Katie, was busy with her own life 300 miles away in Pittsburgh.

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Lisa moved into an apartment and poured her energy into her job organizing student activities for a Catholic school. The big gala she orchestrated at the start of 2020 was a huge success, and that brought her acclaim and a glimmer of happiness.

“Everyone came up to me and told me, ‘You did such a great job.’ I loved that,” she says, noting that she took a personality test years ago called “What kind of bird are you?” — and the test revealed she’s a peacock. That means she’s got sass and pizzazz and loves to be where the action is.

“I love to be on stage,” she laughs, explaining how she’s a colorful old hippie at heart. “I proudly claim my peacock status.”

And then … along came the pandemic, bringing isolation and loneliness on top of “overwhelming” heartbreak.

Lisa feared her brilliant peacock personality might be dulled forever. “My feathers were withdrawn, for sure,” she says.

That’s when the sad cycle started in her head: “I’m too old to make new friends, I’m too old, I’m too old … I really had a pity party.”

Her daughter snapped her out of it: “You’re never too old!” Katie told her.

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Lisa got a therapist and a pile of self-help books, and she read and read and started to heal. Then, she got the ultimate mood lifter: her first grandson, Gabriel, now 4, was born.

And then came a revelation: “I need to go home,” Lisa thought. Home, the place she’d grown up, Louisville, Kentucky, where she had family and a circle of lifelong friends.

“I asked my parents if it was OK if I stayed with them for a couple of months, and I soon realized my mom (Betty, 88) and my dad (Chuck, 90) needed me, especially at night,” she says. “I live with them now and help care for them. I’m sitting here in my childhood bedroom.”

Lisa redecorated her bedroom — with a peacock theme. And she started repopulating her plumes.