I feel like I am caught in a series of cycles. Menopause is one that is getting the better of me. I know I have written about this before, because I have been "going through" menopause since before I commenced writing this blog. I was about 35 years old when we made the decision not … Continue reading Cycles
Month: August 2017
Come on, ladies…
Although this blog is not about politics, at all, and it is already emotionally charged enough including topics such as betrayal, trauma, living with an addict, etc... voting my heart is very very important to me. Forewarning: this entry is political. I don't vote my wallet (as dumb as our accountants think that is), I … Continue reading Come on, ladies…
Mystery man, or liar?
Blogger friend, B, has prompted another post. She's good that way! In a comment on my last blog entry, she posted a link to this NY Times article and mentioned that she thought I might be able to relate. https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/18/style/modern-love-married-to-a-mystery-man.html?ref=oembed I read the article twice, and then replied to B's comment. I absolutely can relate to … Continue reading Mystery man, or liar?
Beyond the sea
Apparently I won't be facing my in-laws any time soon. Phew. I'm still not sure what provoked his desire to make contact, we need to have a long discussion about this, but truth is, I haven't felt up to the conversation. When I left the beach house last week, my cold was bad and I … Continue reading Beyond the sea
A weight on my shoulders
As much as I love my beach house, and I do love it, and I have spent lots of time there recently, this has been a trying summer so far for me and Blue Eyes. He has been working A LOT. We have been apart. He has been traveling, very few overnights, but many many … Continue reading A weight on my shoulders
It will never be about us
I have had numerous conversations lately swirling around the heartbreaking topic of suicide. It's one of those things that seems to happen in waves, but in fact happens all the time, thoughts of it, and the actual act of it. The familiar words of regret from those left behind, family, friends... insisting there was something … Continue reading It will never be about us
try not to cry on my rainbow 