Sometimes the things that come for free are the hardest to obtain. Love, respect, honesty, friendship. In my line of work, I am entering the busiest time of year and with that comes the handling of clients with complaints. As with all of these, some of these are unfounded complaints and others are legitimate. Either … Continue reading Hidden Pain
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And then there was one
Here I sit, two weeks post-divorce, wondering what the hell happened. There were so many people that told me it was a time for celebration, but it didn't feel like that for me. I felt the sting of the loss of the hopes and dreams I had had for this relationship. I felt the weight … Continue reading And then there was one
The Visceral Response
I have found over time that a direct result of abuse is the visceral response that I have to the words being said and / or shouted at me. And it doesn't just have to be my usual perpetrators. It is both the tone and the language employed by the other party that can set … Continue reading The Visceral Response
The Painful Acceptance of Being An Abuse Victim
I watched a TED talk on why domestic violence victims don't leave this morning. It was heart breaking, even though the talk was done in a neutral manner, with very little display of emotion. My ex did not physically abuse me, but he threatened it and physically intimidated me at times. The way the verbal … Continue reading The Painful Acceptance of Being An Abuse Victim
Bent or Broken?
I was listening to Just Give Me A Reason by P!nk this morning. I paid attention to the lyrics more than usual today. There are two lines which go: " Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough Just a second we're not broken just bent and we can learn to love again". … Continue reading Bent or Broken?
The End of an Era
And here it is - 31 December 2018. It is the ending of a tumultuous year. It has been a year of massive change, huge highs and lows and much growth for me. I can categorically say thank goodness the year is over. It sucked. On a level of one to ten, I would give … Continue reading The End of an Era
Let’s Talk About Sex Baby
I grew up in a household where sex was a taboo subject. In fact any discussion about the human body which might pertain to reproduction in any form, was taboo. We used to squirm when they even kissed in a movie, as that would invite a reproving look on my mother's face. I remember well … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Sex Baby
Too Much Thinking
There are times that I hate thinking. With a passion. I spend a lot of time in my head - analysing, mulling, introspection, rehashing and more. I make a point of connecting with people on a daily basis if I don't have my kids with me, whether it is via phone, visits, going out or … Continue reading Too Much Thinking
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