the end was just the beginning
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 →
I blubbed AGAIN yesterday, as I spent countless more hours clearing out the freaking attic. Just when I think I've broken the back of it, I discover another cache of shite. No, not shite. Beautiful things. More letters and cards and photos and postcards and messages. The tears weren't about the mess - though that's... Continue Reading →
Things I learned this week: Monopoly is a very, VERY long game; keeping your mouth shut prevents guilt trips; not booking a removalist until a week before you move is daft; not finding a place to live a week before you're supposed to move is also daft; not keeping your mouth shut, not booking a... Continue Reading →
Mark and I have been together more than 18 years now. He knows EVERYTHING about me, remembers every moment and crazy story I've shared. He used to cut Husband's hair as well, but Husband stopped seeing him about the same time he stopped (really) seeing me. Our salon chit-chat followed the usual pitter-patter until Husband... Continue Reading →
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