the end was just the beginning
One of the amazing things that's come out of blogging so openly about my marriage break up is all the people - some strangers, some friends - who've reached out to me. I've corresponded with so many strong, beautiful souls who've suffered heartache or crushing disappointment or survived rocky stuff. Their experiences are usually way... Continue Reading →
They say a picture paints a thousand words. Pictures also paint a thousand lies. It was so tempting to write a post about my idyllic Sunday bike riding around Narrabeen Lakes, eating fish and chips by the water and wandering along the beach at dusk. Lucky me! But that would only tell half the story.... Continue Reading →
I was startled by a brekkie radio segment last week, which asked listens to reveal stuff that shouldn't bug them, but does. Some terse young thing revealed her pet hate: people over 30 who go to night clubs. She thought it was creepy and said surely at that age they could find some other way to... Continue Reading →
Well, bugger me! It turns out the character from Avalon Now IS based on the school dad. I'm totally blitzed to know someone who's been played by Richard Roxburgh on the small screen, especially after being assured by his wife that he hasn't accidentally killed anyone on the Spanish border. And apparently he stars in... Continue Reading →
OK, I'm not really a soccer wife ... I'm still married to someone who's very unsportsmanlike. I must do something about that. Anyways, earlier this week I ventured up to the Northern Beaches to watch one of DD's first games of the season and spent a lovely 90 minutes swatting away mozzies and drinking cider... Continue Reading →
You know how I admitted yesterday that I'm hopeless with social niceties? Well, that's just the tip of a very big, nutso iceberg. I'm also really uncomfortable about receiving gifts. And compliments totally freak me out. I absolutely love giving gifts, coming up the perfect present, buying it and seeing the delight on the receiver's... Continue Reading →
A few years back, the therapist who helped me through my marriage break-up did a "schema" test that revealed I was "normal." It was a bit unsettling because I'd spent my whole life convinced I was a weirdo. Why? Because I don’t notice changes to people’s appearance, I’ve had to train myself to perform social... Continue Reading →
Is it two or three years since I separated from my ex? It's freaky that I can't remember. I think it must be three because I'm pretty sure this is the third time we've made our annual post-separation family pilgrimage to the Sydney Royal Easter Show. I'm not sure why I was dreading it more... Continue Reading →
I'm just back from a day at the Sydney Royal Easter Show, which was decidedly UN-Hollywood of me ... While I was there, heaps of stars shared happy snaps on Instagram of how Easter Sunday panned out in La-La Land. And because I collect celebrity Instagram shots like stamps ... am still regretting giving all... Continue Reading →
After my husband left, I felt irrationally angry when I saw loved-up couples pushing prams. I wanted to rage at them: "You just THINK you're happy, but it's a big, fat LIE ... He's going to break your heart and leave. You just wait and see!" Fortunately that feeling has passed - my faith in... Continue Reading →
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