solitude – My new life at 50

Solitaire, without the fear

I’ve had a dramatically changing relationship with solitude, it seems to be linked to age and life experiences over time. I sought and revelled in it as a child. My mother laughingly called me Greta because of the famous “I vont to be alone” Garbo line. Happy hours would go by in my bedroom drawing,Continue reading “Solitaire, without the fear”

In it, alone

We had our problems, that was for sure. But I’d believed it was a bad patch, marriages can go through whole bad years of those – I was playing the long game and believed we’d get to the happy life together I’d always envisaged. Apparently, we weren’t in on that together though. He’d already givenContinue reading “In it, alone”