Feeling weepy. Not sure why. Very tired. Continue reading There Is A Crack In Everything. That’s How The Light Gets In.*
Funny how we adjust. First I thought I could not live without my husband. Even after he absconded and I was somehow still alive (though, barely, in retrospect), if you had told me that I would in similar vein lose one of my children I would have said that in such a case I could not breathe. Indeed, I suspect I did not. Not for a long time. Not really. Continue reading The New Normal
I’ve talked about losing friends (or not) and making new ones. Another big theme for me, as is often the case on divorce, has been rekindling old friendships, reconnecting with long lost friends, and finding a deeper friendship with people who have always been around. Continue reading They Like Me, They Really Like Me
I realised some time ago that one of my problems is the expectation that someone else will fix them.
Probably this explains a lot about my marriage. Even more about my attempts to recover from the end of that marriage. But other things, too. Continue reading Where Is My Knight In Shining Armour?
I used to worry about my Things. I’d have said I didn’t, that it was only stuff, etc. But looking back there was a sense of comfort from having that stuff around me. Continue reading What To Take With You When You Move
I don’t think about him that much any more. Well, until he sent me an email yesterday, which I found agitating. Continue reading Going Underground
They say you find out who your real friends are. I’m not sure that’s right. Continue reading I Can Count On One Hand The Friends I Lost