the end was just the beginning
It's my wedding anniversary today. Sixteen years. We won't make it to 17. I'll have hassled him into signing the paperwork by then. But right now we're still married. I feel a bit weird and - unexpectedly - sad about that. Not because I wish we were together, or because we're faffing around, but because... Continue Reading →
I read a heap of divorce blogs yesterday, mainly because they popped up on my Facebook feed (I "liked" a zillion and one divorce sites in my dark days when I desperately was looking for answers) and they've messed with my head. My heart contracted for Serge Bielanko when he wrote about his divorce distress at Mom.Me. ... Continue Reading →
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