Judged by all, loved by two. The cycle of repeating things. Things we want to repeat, like time with the ones we love. Things we pray not to have to repeat. Like loving someone through addiction. Questioning the day you are going to have based on the mood someone else has when they wake up. When they fall, struggle and addiction wins, they are alone and you are angry.

When they tell you to starting over, they never truly tell you how busy it gets. They never tell you how much you give up. They never truly tell you all the pain and suffering you have to grow through. The Infinity of an Eight. The Infinity of an Eight.

It is a prompt to prune and purge outdated models of belief as they no longer fit your new mantra. You learn to redirect your course, you feel eager to pursue the shiny bright light that now resembles your future and lends more inspiration to keep going. I rather be at peace. Do you have to prove your point? January 10, 2017.

God, are we only at day 11? A third of the way there. Even if no one ever reads any of these words. Pasta with really meaty bolognese sauce, onions, mushrooms and honestly more or less anything you wanna throw in the pan. Because sometimes all you need is steak and chips in your life.

Traveling for work is fun.

Anyway, off to counselling.

I have been through hardship and pain but nothing compares to DIVORCE. The waves of emotions continue, and it is to be expected as we must face the inevitable painful process the legal system requires. A breakup long in the making. I have been writing for six months, however the breakup probably 22 years i.

Susan represents all women who have experienced the hurt and pain of a failed marriage. So, a lot has transpired since my last post. I have continued to grow and transform into the woman I never knew. I find myself needing to write less and less as I come to terms with our state of affairs.

Sometimes I get a pain in my chest and it radiates to my throat. 2 Comments on My broken heart.