Love Made Me Do It… Part 3

Part 2 ended with My One ending it. Abruptly. Unexpectedly. I had sensed a change in him but didn’t for one minute think it was terminal. I was anticipating a discussion. Thought he’d share with me what had being preoccupying him/making him behave differently. In my mind, nothing had occurred that was of magnitude to…

Love Made Me Do It… Part 1

Back in September last year, after yet another dating episode came to nothing (with Mountain Man), I decided I had to stop the cycle. My friend S had bought me a book, Women who Love Too Much. Reading it led me to diagnose myself as a ‘love addict’ – which in retrospect reinforced my feelings…

Happy Divorce-anniversary to me

One year. On the 10th. I’m 26 minutes late. But I’ve been busy. Enjoying life. My midweek pub quiz night out with my pals. Life goes on. Life. Having one. Made by me. For me. Life is good!

Safe (I don’t feel it)

Laying on the living room floor. In tears. Crying bucket loads. Listening to music. Woeful tunes. Unhelpful. But I can’t help it. Too many martinis… stirred not shaken… 007 Daniel Craig stylie… he’s not bothered if they are shaken or stirred. Mind racing. Heart racing. I don’t feel safe. An alien concept, I abore. I…