It wasn’t until we moved this weekend that I realised that I needed to get away. It feels like I’ve cut the cord to my old life and now I am free. Free to start afresh where there are no memories of my old life, in my old suburb.
Two and a half years ago I threw away everything that belonged to my married life. I started again without a toaster or a vacuum cleaner or an iron.
What amazes me is this connection with my body. When I was dieting, I tried so hard to ignore the biological impulse of hunger that I blocked everything else out.
I believe that we should always remind our family and friends how much we love them, but in the end, they make their own decisions.
There were a whole lot of possessions I left behind when I left my marriage. The toaster was one of them. This is a love story about a toaster.
One single kiss and now Kristen Stewart is branded a cheat, her reputation tarnished forever. I know how she feels. It all started with a kiss for me as well …
Four months and one day after I met Duckfish we moved in together. It wasn’t my idea. In fact, I was fiercely defending my decision to stay in the tiny one bedroom flat that was all my own.
It’s a curious kind of survivors’ guilt. Not the kind that makes me feel guilty for still being alive when someone else is dead, but the kind that makes me feel bad for not feeling bad.
My question is … how do you know if a guy is ‘the one’? Do you think there really is just one you can love with both your heart and your head?
I have never been pregnant, never had morning sickness, never breastfed and never held my own baby. There is no one on this earth who has my genetic legacy.
When the man you’re in love with spends so much time away from home, is it ‘out of sight, out of mind’ or ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’?
My hair is now 100% natural (and looks lighter outside in natural light). Hence the title … 50 shades of grey.
Part of me realises that being in love means that my heart will get broken one day. We’ll either break up or one of us will die leaving the other behind. It’s a pain waiting for me somewhere off in the future.