Category: marriage
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4 Policemen, 2 Ambulance officers, flashing lights…and a tearful husband.
I’m struggling, guys. I’m really struggling. I don’t feel anything apart from grief, loss, rage, confusion and a profound hurt that has sunk into the marrow of my bones and physically makes my body ache. Alun won’t believe me and if I talked to a friend about how I’m feeling, I’m so scared I’ll burden…
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I find it hard to forgive
That’s a toxic trait of mine…if an apology isn’t offered, then you better bet I’ll hold that grudge until I die. Alun is the opposite. He wears his heart on his sleeve and forgives easily and moves on from a fight/disagreement pretty much right away, bless his heart. This is what I have to keep…
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Black box
A talented artist Stan Walker sings a song I LOVE called “Black Box” where in the chorus he sings “There’s a little black box yeah, somewhere in the ocean…holding all the truth about us…there’s a little black box, a record of emotion…everything there ever was…” (** Black boxes are anti-breakable boxes on planes that record…
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The time a homeless man gave me money
I’ve had enough of hurting, I’ve had enough of crying so today, let’s go back to 2008 and re-visit a memory that makes me smile, ok? I had moved back to Perth (woohoo) while still married to my first husband to go back to Uni. We’d searched like maniacs for an apartment for me and…