I was previously married to a terrible husband and that’s the plain truth of it. Not a terrible person, but a terrible husband. A man can be a good person and a bad husband, they are different things. You can of course get your garden variety bad man, bad husband, but my ex, like mostContinue reading “Open your eyes and save yourself Princess”
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A drill and a baseball bat
A lot can be accomplished with an electric drill and a baseball bat. I learnt this last weekend when my ex finally came to get the rest of his stuff. No, I didn’t murder him with a drill and baseball bat if that’s what you’re thinking. If I was that way inclined, I’d only needContinue reading “A drill and a baseball bat”
New Year, what now?
Significant markings of time require acknowledgement. Or not, as the case may be – it’s a personal choice. I like to be attentive to certain times; birthday’s, full moons, when to plant seeds, the holidays and the start of a new year. We were so certain, Sadie and I, at the outset of 2020, thatContinue reading “New Year, what now?”
Staying in, staying sane…
It’s been an interesting year, 2020. An astrologer friend said it’s officially the ‘year of suffering’. I prefer ‘year of transformation’. After being taught by nuns during my school days, the word suffering has terrible connotations of Jesus on the cross. I’d cry in class every Easter, if you also grew up with those stories,Continue reading “Staying in, staying sane…”
Autumn – letting go & forgiving
One of my birthday presents was an Autumn Harvest Queen art workshop via video-call. I attended with my dear friend Kallie and 4 other participants. We’d been sent art materials in the post and been told to get comfy with pillows and blankets for 7pm. Our hostess was a spiritual woman with gentle and joyfulContinue reading “Autumn – letting go & forgiving”
The healing of a broken heart
If you think this is anything to do with another man – you’re very wrong! No, this starts with good friends, soul sisters – and ends with them. They held my hands while I walked across hot coals to get to the other side of grief. They picked me up when I fell, again andContinue reading “The healing of a broken heart”
Yes, I was a fool
The people in the pub and at the parties would believe he’s the best guy, so much fun! We’d moved to a small town from the city. Early on I’d got a message from someone’s husband who believed our spouses were having an affair. Turned out the whole town believed it. I didn’t. My exContinue reading “Yes, I was a fool”
My new life at 50 