Actually, no, had a shower as well. It was about time. (I’m ashamed to say how long.) I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to get up even. And, until I did get up, I wasn’t that fussed about lunch. Continue reading By 2pm all I’ve done is have lunch
Shortly before xmas I wrote a blog post for a divorce website where I spent a lot of time in the early years, venting and getting support. I wanted to reassure people new to all the trauma that it does get better. Continue reading Festivities Then and Now, Post Divorce
Susie Orbach, the celebrity psychotherapist and author of Fat is a Feminist issue, who after thirty years with the father of her children is now married to Jeanette Winterson, says she is post-heterosexual. Makes me think. Continue reading Post-Sexual? Or Just Repressed?
When my husband walked out on us he left a note on the doormat to announce his departure. Amongst other things, he said in the note that the children and I could keep the house and he would ensure that our standard of living would not be affected. Continue reading A Roof Over My Head
Grudges and grievances. I have been reflecting rather unhappily on the sad recognition that sometimes (only sometimes!) when things don’t go as badly as expected, I am disappointed. That strikes me as mad, but there is no avoiding the fact that it does happen. Continue reading Disappointed When Not Disappointed
Searching for something else I found this very old (two and a half years ago) email written to myself (why?). Subject: ffs.
Easy to forget how things were, the forgotten details, you get brought up short. Continue reading Oh FFS