Poems to last a lifetime

This is a wonderful book compiled by Daisy Goodwin. I hadn't looked at it in months until I picked it up last night. It is packed with poetic gems to get you through every obstacle life might put your way. I am in awe of how poets can sum up an avalanche of emotion in a few select words, explaining and defining life's journey in bite size portions. Some of these poems brought me immense comfort. I am not alone, my heartache is not unique and there is life and more importantly beauty in life, after love.

Acne

Just when you think it can't get any worse. So my marriage is in the dull drums and I have developed 'adult acne'. I'm not just being over dramatic, I have genuinely been diagnosed as having acne - apparently it happens to a small percent of people once they hit their 30's. Great! Super! Lovely! Husband has left and spots have arrived to keep me company. Maybe it's from all the crying, maybe I am allergic to my own tears? What's next a frigg'in moustache? All dear friends keep telling me you wouldn't really notice them (my inch of foundation might have something to do with that) but in kinda the same way Heather Mill's friends (if she actually has any) probably tell her you don't really notice her false leg. Kind - but total liers. So I am on antibiotics from today and have ointment that I have to keep in the fridge. Lets hope it works. I could really do without these ugly red invaders my self-esteem is taking enough of a battering due to the conspicuous lack of husband by my side these days!

Spotty unwifed

Bells..

The bells are ringing - no I am not going mad - it's the church behind my house, just means it is 2pm and I have to be quick cause I put toddler in the car with promises of going swimming only for him to fall asleep so thought I would catch a few quick cyber moments. Is it a genetic make-up that makes me feel guilty about doing this instead of folding some washing?

Anyhoo it is day 42 since I heard the fatal words 'separation' from my husband and I had to fess up to my neighbour about the lack of husbandly presence lately. I thought it went quite well. I was composed for the most part, with only the occassional strangley voice and annoying tear in the corner of my eye. Little hurdles, each and every one, just another hurdle in my journey out of the comfortable and protective surrounds of marriage.

I better go incase he wakes and I get rumbled and the bells are going to ring again in a minute which means it must be 2.15pm. I feel like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland but I better go, I better go or else I will be late.

When the tough gets going..

Six weeks ago my husband proclaimed he wasn't happy in our marriage and that he wanted a separation. This is my story of how I am coping with a failed husband, a failed marriage and being a single mum.

These days a broken marriage is nothing new, but I never thought mine would be one of the casulties. Only 3 years down the line of a supposed lifetime together we are fatally wounded. Some men just aren't meant to be married, unfortunately some poor woman has to marry them first in order to find that out. I think I have been one of them.

I take each day at a time, I am a modern woman in a modern dilemma. I focus on the day the hurt starts to fade and the nightmare looks like ending, my marriage is broken but I am not.

I'll keep you posted on how I get on.

Non-wife.