the end was just the beginning
I don't want to pack up my house. I'm sick of it. I want to curl up in a ball and curse the world instead. Don't worry, it's a passing phase. I'll be all sweetness and light once this shite fight is over. I am giddy 90% of the time, trust me. But right now,... Continue Reading →
HouseGoesHome celebrated it's 3rd birthday this week and I forgot. In my defence, I've been a little distracted. In a stressful but good way. I'm feeling really excited about moving house and moving on generally. A corner has definitely been turned. That's not to say I haven't felt deeply pissed off about packing up the... Continue Reading →
When people come to dinner I ALWAYS check if there are things they don't eat. It's probably because Husband was so thingy about pork products - he'd always hassle me to remind hosts because they'd invariably serve it up (my sister made a habit of it when my marriage started to crumble, bless her). Anyone... Continue Reading →
When I first separated from Husband and freaked out about HIS days - the ones when I wouldn't see the kids - he told me I'd grow to enjoy the time by myself. I was furious that he'd regard it as some sort of bonus. But I've decided he was a tiny bit right. Terrible... Continue Reading →
I was going to call this blog "My week: kinda sucked" but I thought it might turn people off. Being gazumped and packing 23 years of my life up weren't the most awesome ways to spend a week, although I DID manage to buy the most awesome pair of cowboy boots as a divorce present... Continue Reading →
A divorced friend squeezed my hand the other night and told me next Friday will be tough. That's when final settlement on the house occurs. It's also when I transplant all our stuff to the new rental. But my friend wasn't talking about the physical brutality of moving, she was referring to the emotional impact.... Continue Reading →
No butts about it, celebs have been very keen to show off their rears on social media this week. >> Lea Michele spent the week cruising around the Italian coastline on a private yacht, sharing pictures of her pert butt on social media. She captioned this shot: "Boat ride around the Amalfi coast!" Curious. >>... Continue Reading →
It would seem I've replaced house-buying stress with hormonal viciousness. Oh the vile slurs I've been silently hurling at Husband as I pack up the whole freaking house ON MY OWN while HE'S ON A SKIING HOLIDAY. Goddamn him and his middle-aged dash from responsibility. Good riddance! Since watching Monty Python And The Holy Grail with... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wonder if I deliberately seek out high-stress situations. Take this week (and it's only Wednesday morning) where I made offers on two houses and missed out on both. The first - a brand-new semi - had been dragging on for weeks as my solicitor argued with their conveyancer about the fact there was... Continue Reading →
So I found this last night in the attic. It's mainly lots of thank yous, but here's the bit about Husband: A lot of people say Stuart and I are made for each other, which is funny because we're so different. He found our Spanish trek exhilarating, I found it harrowing. He's a night owl,... Continue Reading →
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