the end was just the beginning
My sis and I rounded out Mother's Day last night with a trip to the movies. We both needed a laugh. Me because, well, if you're a regular reader you'll know why ... And my sister because she slipped on her front step the other day and gave herself a nasty injury that's left her... Continue Reading →
This one goes out to all the heartbroken mums. One day he will understand what an amazing woman he walked away from. And his life will be all the smaller for his mistake. Katy Perry got it right when she sang ... Baby, you're a fireworkCome on, let your colours burstMake 'em go, "Aah, aah,... Continue Reading →
Just when you start sleeping more than four hours a night, your body farks you over again. Haven't I been through enough? Don't I deserve a little peace? But no, my hormones have decided to torture me. This is nothing new, they've always been right C words. Except now they're like a little voice whispering... Continue Reading →
My separation bible, HuffPost Divorce, recently ran a story called "11 Things You Can Look Forward To About Single Life". Now there's a clickable headline for someone in my predicament! It asked readers to share the one thing they appreciated most about being on their own since their divorces. Here's what they had to say ... 1. "Your... Continue Reading →
“Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain... Continue Reading →
My eyes went as wide as saucers when I read about lifelong friends James Packer and David Gyngell fighting like "two mad dogs" on the street in Bondi on Sunday afternoon. Perhaps the most shocking bit of the report - for me - on the SMH website was this: According to alleged witness claims, people... Continue Reading →
"He makes his choices. He can do—whatever. We're divorced, and you can see why ... Brad is not mean-spirited; he would never intentionally try to rub something in my face. In hindsight, I can see him going, 'Oh—I can see that that was inconsiderate' ... There's a sensitivity chip that's missing." Jennifer Aniston, Vanity Fair, 2005 While... Continue Reading →
I drove past the first house I ever bought earlier this week. Ah, memories! It's on a busy road in Petersham, opposite a petrol station, which made it nice and cheap (there was also the small matter of a bikie gang having established a clubhouse over the back fence, but I didn't discover THAT until... Continue Reading →
You'd think the "bad dream" aspect to my personal drama would have experienced a massive wake-up call by now. But no. It's been almost three months and I still can't quite believe it's not a nightmare. I've been partially deaf the past few days and Husband would normally be around to help. Instead I've prevaricated... Continue Reading →
I should have been cleaning and clearing and decluttering this week, but instead I've been parked on the couch mainlining season six of Californication. I bought it on Monday after a friend texted to say he'd spotted it in the new-release section at JB HiFi. I've been haunting JB for months wondering when the freaking... Continue Reading →
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