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Family

‘Is it still a family if everybody doesn’t live under the same roof?’ is a question I asked myself in the early days of the divorce. Dogs, a cat, some cows and the children...

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Exhaustion

EXHAUSTION Ebb of a marriage, receding to Exhaustion Exultation gave way to despair Efforts so tiring Exhaustion from keeping the Embers of love smouldering Exhaustion Embraces forgotten Exhaustion as we got lost in Exactitude...

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Despair

Despair is the landscape of divorce. In fact writing all these posts about divorce has sent me into a depressed space as I relive the uncertainties – my own during my divorce and those...

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Confusion

From clarity to confusion I started writing a post about clarity despite comments from divorced friends who laughingly remarked, ‘Because you have such clarity when it comes to divorce!’ The more I attempt to...

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Blame

Whom can we blame in a divorce? It must be the fault of the other person for fracturing your fairy tale dream of a life lived together, of growing silver haired together. You’ve missed...

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Anger #AtoZchallenge

Anger in the lexicon of leaving is hardly surprising and I begin my #atozchallenge with A for Anger. Anger isn’t an emotion we’re unfamiliar with. What’s your anger like? A blowtorch that bursts out...

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The story till now… #guest post

A writing journey isn’t done till you stop writing, so calling it the story till now seemed just right because for a writer your journey goes on and on till you give up the...

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That ain’t love

This lovely song, with the refrain, That ain’t love, will make you laugh and lighten your dark thoughts about love, being an older woman in India who’s divorced, who thinks about love sometimes but...

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Trying to unravel

Attempt to unravel this little puzzle “There was a fireplace in the living room. I used to sit in front of it, with Richard, the light flickering on us, and on our glasses, each...

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The Dresser – back of the drawer #WEPFF

There it stood. The first thing you saw as you entered our bedroom. A dark wood dresser with old-fashioned knobs and curlicues, a moss green pond of a mirror unable to reflect my face....

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