Ever feel like an outcast within your family? Do you notice that when you walk into a room it empties? Well that is my life at the moment. I know exactly when my family first began to treat me in this way but I think it’s about time everyone moved on. You see last Friday … More I’m an outcast.
“Until death us do part” I well remember saying this twenty three years ago. As I placed a wedding ring on my husbands finger, I said those words with feeling. Looking at him that day, I had no doubt that nothing or no one would come between us. We were for keeps. I loved him … More What is love?
Up until Tuesday I told the world proudly “I am a stay at home mom“. I have had this very well paid and much sought after position now for over twenty years. Even though in the past few years I have worked outside the home six days a week, because I am always here in … More I am not enjoying being a “stay at home” mother.
How many times in a day do we stop and think, I am so lucky. Sometimes in our busy lives, we fail to see all that we have. We become blinded by everyday trials. Our children crying or waking up early, having tantrums and trying our patience. Our partners just not getting us. As we … More What really matters in life?
Today I was miserable. I wanted to be alone, but the house was full. I wanted the world to stop, but that was beyond my capabilities. Then at dinner we all sat together. The usual chatting and shouting began. The discussion moved to my eldest daughter, who will be having her wisdom teeth removed this … More Kids always send a rainbow.
Sometimes I write to entertain. Sometimes I write to share. Often I write because I must, but today I write to forget. As I viciously thump the keys, I do so with anger. “Get these thoughts away. I need to think of something else”. But as I thump, I realize, the harder I try to … More Another step back, another setback.
Twenty six years ago this year. my Dad died. The hole he left in our family has never been filled in. The link in the chain never repaired. I miss him every day. Scarily my husband at 50 is the age my dad was, when we were told he had motor neuron disease. At the … More My Dad Is Gone, But I Hear Him Still!