Love letters
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Stage of divine discontent
I had travelled reasonably well, global pandemic and all, in stage three. But stage four lockdown changed everything.
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Empty nest, empty heart
I am broken. The sea of grief is so unexpected, so engulfing, so deep. A black cloud has hung over my head, resting on my shoulders like a heavy wet blanket, since he left on a jet plane. My soul, my heart, my being, longs for his presence. I am moved to tears at the thought of him. I have cried myself to sleep most nights for the past month. I have never felt so alone. I dread coming home to this empty nest. And having to be alone, completely alone. I have friends and a new boyfriend and work colleagues and new hobbies… but nothing fills the empty space…
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Six annoying things single women are told
I’ve been single for most of the last 20 years. During that time I’ve raised a baby boy into a good man, moved interstate twice, travelled to Europe twice, bought two homes and built a successful career. I’ve had two long-term partnerships during my son’s life – three years with my husband and then, a decade later, a fiancé for four years. There have been, of course, many short-lived love affairs over the years ranging from three weeks to 12 months. Some took barely a cup of tea with a friend to get over, others took months of therapy to understand (yes, Mr Narcissist, I’m looking at you). Maybe it’s…
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Dating in the dark
What are your aspirations in a boyfriend? That was the question posed to me last night by my favourite Tinder guy. What a great question! Tick. For the past decade, my answer has always been the same. A serious, loving, committed, long-term partnership. Marriage? Yes. Buy property together? Yes. Have more children? Yes, I’m open to the idea. I was so clear about what I wanted. I was a single mum for 10 years and I yearned for a partnership while my son was growing up, no question. But when I was asked last night, I realised something has changed. Somewhere between a broken engagement two years ago, two bad…
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The Tinder Trap
I haven’t blogged in a while – partly because I’m busy studying online, but also because I have a new distraction. Tinder is my latest social media crush. This addictive little game-changer is now the fastest-growing mobile dating app in the world. I’ve dated online before through popular websites, but never had so much fun. Sean Rad – you are a genius. A quick intro for those not yet acquainted… Tinder is based on the old-fashioned concept of meeting people in your local area. It’s a location-based app that uses your Facebook data to create your profile of images (you can change them) with an optional bio. You select your desired gender, age range…
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Life and death for Chicken Little
I am the youngest (by many years) in a family of five children. Mum was 42-years-old when she had me, a baby that was never planned but couldn’t be helped. My nearest sibling is eight years older than me and the oldest is 17 years older than me. Earlier this year my Mum died following complications from a drug-resistant bacterial infection. She was 89-years-old and had been disabled by a stroke for the last 13 years of her life. If it had been possible for her to end her own life at any time during those years I know she would have done so. Six months prior to Mum’s death,…
