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This was written in July 2016. I don’t know why I didn’t get around to posting it. Or finishing it, for that matter. But I’ve finished it, and here it is … (Oh, and if you’re wondering what ‘Because I Can’t Write a Novel‘ is all about, click the link to be taken to the start … ) I was drunk seven years ago today. My TimeHop reminded me of that when I woke up this morning. I was drunk and sat in a paddling pool in my friend’s back…
Read MoreI don’t hate you. That’s the first thing I want to say to you. As I look at my TimeHop and I’m reminded of the six short years that have passed since I left you, I realise I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you at all. I want to but I just don’t. I don’t hate you because hate takes up so much energy and you’re not really worth that. I barely even think about you and when I do, I don’t really feel much. I laugh when I…
Read MoreWhen I talk about leaving The Hubby, I talk about it in a really nonchalent way. Mostly because I don’t know how else to talk about it. Leaving him was the hardest decision I ever had to make. It was a decision well overdue. He almost destroyed me. Almost, but not completely. He had gone to the war zone and one of the last things we had fought about was the fact that I was now going to do everything that he was going to do. If he cheated, I’d…
Read MoreIn a previous post (The Nation of (Emotional) Hoarders), I talk about the little things that we keep from past lovers – all those love letters and mementos of the romantic and adorable times you had together. I mentioned a letter that my Hubby had sent me, apologising for punching me in the face. I have decided to publish that letter. Brave? Or stupid? I kept the letter for all this time in case our divorce got messy. The divorce we still haven’t gotten started on yet. Eye roll. Anyway, this is…
Read MoreI was watching Sons of Anarchy earlier – the episode where Gemma gets badly beaten by Clay. Every punch that made contact with her face on that TV show, I felt. It made me flinch. It made me very uncomfortable. It’s funny really. I don’t think I’m ever going to get over what The Hubby did to me. I know I talk about this topic a lot sometimes and one half of me wants to apologise for that. However, there is this other part of me – the part that…
Read MoreMy friend said something to me today that made me take a step back. She called me a “survivor”. I apparently “survived” domestic abuse. Did I? Am I a survivor? I’m probably going to repeat things that I’ve already mentioned in this blog but I had to talk about this. Yes, I agree that I was in a violent relationship. It was violent, abusive and very soul-destroying, or so I thought. Was my relationship as bad as those women say on the Jeremy Kyle Show, or those horrifying stories that…
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