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Dear Big Love, It’s 1 am and I can’t sleep. I’ve really struggled to get over you. Even now, a year on, I don’t think I’ve managed it yet. You created a cavern in my heart that is so deep that even new love with another man – a good man – hasn’t filled it. I gave you everything. I even moved to the other side of the world for you. I did that because you promised me you’d make sure I got home okay if it all went wrong.…
Read MoreOne Ball is turning up again tomorrow. I’m nowhere near as prepared and ready as I should be, and everything that I have tried to sort out has fallen apart. I’m starting to feel a little down, like life is deliberately trying to get me down. Or maybe I’m just being melodramatic? I went lingerie shopping so that I could treat One Ball to something new and cute, but I made the mistake of not trying on the bra before buying. Instead, I threw caution to the wind, bought the…
Read MoreSomething’s going on here, I’m not entirely sure what. My head is all over the place. I think I need to get it down in print to clear my head. It feels like I haven’t blogged in such a long time and I have so much to catch you up on. I warn you, peeps, this could turn into a really long blog post. We’ll start with the P-word. Period. It seemed like it’d been such a long time since I had a period, so I thought I’d better check…
Read MoreI’m still not over my ex. I read a piece on Thought Catalog, where the writer said that she didn’t think she still loved her ex, but she also didn’t think that she was over him either. And that’s kind of how I feel right now about Big Love. In limbo. Not sure. Wanting desperately to move on but not really knowing how to go about it … or to drop the feelings of sadness, dread, and guilt that come hand-in-hand with trying to find new love after a bad…
Read MoreIt was two years ago today, the fifth of February, that I left the other side of the world, the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with, and run home to my family with my tail between my legs. The big ending of my Big Love story. Maybe it’s about time I found a more appropriate name for him, than ‘Big Love’? Guess what happened to me yesterday. In fact, I’ll just tell you. My best gal pal from the other side of…
Read MoreI realised something today. I talk about Big Love a lot in this blog, but I don’t think I’ve ever really told you the full story of him, just the horrible, bitter, jealous, ranting, whining breakup bits. And those really are NOT the best bits of our story. Not by HALF. Our love story was insane. And I mean literally insane. You should hear it. We first met in a war zone. An actual war zone, not a metaphorical one. We were both civilian contractors, him from one side of…
Read MoreBig Love was the fairytale prince that swept me off my feet, true Disney story-style. That’s where I left off last time, right? The man who opened doors and showed me amazing adventures … just like that time we went skydiving. I don’t think skydiving was the reason we parted ways, but it was one of those turning-point events in our relationship that definitely signalled the beginning of the end. He wanted it to be his thing, but I really wanted to do it too, and because I did it,…
Read MoreDid you ever have sex with someone just because you thought you ought to, not because you really wanted to? And before I continue, I don’t want this to sound like a non-consent story. It’s not… I don’t think. I’m fairly certain that I gave some kind of consent, but I’m not really sure why I did. Or what the consent was. Let me explain and tell you the story of Number 40. My Mate’s Date’s Mate I was on the other side of the world and my mate was…
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