Where is my Dad?

It’s day 5 since my Dad died. I miss him so much. Yesterday I couldn’t face anything. I couldn’t do any housework or gardening. Today I made the bed and feel like I have it in me to do the dishes and tidy the kitchen. I honestly feel like a psychopath. I haven’t cried nearlyContinue reading “Where is my Dad?”

20 minutes until I’m a year older

It’s like you blink and you miss it…12 years of your life. I swear, I was turning 32 years old and thinking half my life was over. Haha. I was in the prime of my life, actually. I’d lost weight and was getting divorced and moving back to Australia after 7 years away in Liverpool.Continue reading “20 minutes until I’m a year older”

Because of you, I don’t open the windows anymore

That’s what you said when you tried to break into my home, you said the shutters were open and that meant you could come in. Let me assure you, having blinds open in a window – any window – is not an open invitation to jump someone’s gate and pound on their front door, demandingContinue reading “Because of you, I don’t open the windows anymore”

Thank you

I used to date a scary, incredibly abusive guy. When HE decided to leave ME (the only way the relationship was going to end because I’d bonded with my captor), Dad agreed to drive us both to the airport. We watched Gavin’s suitcases, TV (yes, he took the only TV ‘we’ had in ‘our’ apartment)Continue reading “Thank you”