Sundays no longer rock my world either. My house is empty. My kids are gone. They're off having fun with their dad somewhere. Without me. I should use the time productively - clean the house, take up a hobby. But instead I drift around with a tight knot of sadness in my chest. I'm not... Continue Reading →

The funny thing about being separated is that there's no-one to share the little stuff with ... like the job you've just applied for, the kid who told you that bizarre anecdote about her enemy's mum being in jail for selling Ice, the zombie "stick family" stickers you spotted on a car, whether the new... Continue Reading →

Have I ever told you the story about the boyfriend who sent me a bouquet with a card that said: "For a Piscean who doesn't like water ... some flowers to put in it"? It was an unexpectedly romantic gesture considering he'd recently discovered a jiffy bag filled with a rainbow assortment of condoms in... Continue Reading →

Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems  That you made in your own head You know how... Continue Reading →

Yesterday was hard. I dropped the kids off to Husband for their first overnight stay. Driving them there, I wept silently behind my sunnies. My heart was heavy as I carried their pillows and toothbrushes and clothes and school bags up the stairs to their new second home. I stared at those naked walls and... Continue Reading →

It's been a looooooong, difficult week and I figure there's a fair few more of those to come. But lots of positive things are already beginning to happen. My social life has become quite the whirl. There have been so many great conversation with wonderful women and men who care. The support they've offered has... Continue Reading →