A woman who got lost whilst in love. My story of dealing with domestic abuse and the aftermath.
It’s after midnight so i could technically say 8 even, although I’m pretty sure she won’t be coming early. With scan bringing me forward anyway by 4 days and well just my luck really to end up going over and have to be induced. 23rd September is my date for that joyous event, so any… Continue Reading →
Usually people wait till the1st January to do things they have planned to do different in the new year but time is of the essence I will say!
After my post last night I felt quite strong, I had laid it all out and felt positive I could get through it no matter the outcome. Then I wake up…. I try call him around 10am and no answer so instantly I feel shit again. I want to send him a message just going… Continue Reading →
I woke up feeling shattered, going to bed now feeling shattered and it’s only 8:30pm. I did a 1k run just after the school run thinking it is at least something and means less time wasted in a gym. My legs are still aching from yesterday and it didn’t go well. Been really hungry today… Continue Reading →
I can’t even explain how good it feels to not have that constant awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was wearing me down, wearing me down so bad. Imagine hearing the bull shit I love you’s whilst still being disrespected and still hoping for the man to step up and be a… Continue Reading →
This is just a short excerpt for the about page.
It’s been over 3 weeks since the man who was a huge part of my life (granted for a short space of time) told me ‘he was going to go quiet.’ I actually had a really rough week immediately after and was struggling seeing his liked memes in my Instagram feed. They went from making… Continue Reading →
… and this one hurts. Really hurts. It has been a week since I have spoken to him and it wasn’t a nice phone call. He had finally answered the phone to me after over 24 hours of silence after an exchange of voicenotes that prompted me to go a little OTT. He was so… Continue Reading →
.. and that he is! I feel angry with myself if I am honest. I saw the signs, chose to ignore them, figured he would actually tell me the truth since he always did before, and was adamant I wasn’t interested in him ‘like that’s but I am angry and need to write. The ‘friend’… Continue Reading →
I could get quite used to being able to blog in the morning. Usually it has always been the evening (or the middle of the night when I have been unable to sleep). I got a little over 5 hours sleep. No alarm needed and like clock work I wake at 6am. It’s a Sunday… Continue Reading →
Behind These Bluest Eyes 