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The Psychologist …. maybe

I was sitting at my work desk when I realised I couldn’t pretend anymore. I couldn’t spend another 11 years like I just had, being someone’s side project. I didn’t want to play house with the Psychologist anymore.

I sent a very short emotionless text. ” I’m not coming home” … “That’s ok what time will you be home tomorrow?” … “No. I’m never coming home, I don’t want this anymore. I’ve had enough. I’m out”

This was the start of starting again .. again

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The Psychologist ….

Have you ever watched one of those current affairs or midday talk shows with the women who have been conned, played, destroyed by a man. I have and I’ve always thought they were idiots. How could you get yourself into that situations? How could you not see what he was doing? How could you let it get to that stage? How? The answer … Easily.

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3 Wise Men & The Kid

The Camino isn’t a “holiday” like most. I actually wouldn’t even call it a holiday. It’s an adventure. It’s a healing process. It’s something most people do when they get to a certain point in life and they just need a break. You’ll find that most people on the Camino have just experienced one of the following, a death, a break up, a break down, or they are just plain lost in life. It takes a certain kind of mind-set to be able to walk endless km’s and have hours worth of thinking time. It can either be exactly what you need or the exact opposite. For me the Camino was everything I needed it to be, and it came with all the help I needed. My help came in the form of “Three wise men and The Kid.”

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The Eat Pray Love Tour

20180204_073518A friend once joked about my hike as being my very own version of the Julia Roberts movie Eat Pray Love. So it became just that, my eat, pray love tour.

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When you think of all things love I’m sure Paris pops into your mind at some stage, so of course who doesn’t dream of being in the  “City of Love” for Valentines day … ME! That’s who. Who plans to start a trip of a life time on a day that celebrates every single thing I currently was not. After everything I had dealt with in the last few years, all things love was off-limits for me. Continue reading “The Eat Pray Love Tour”

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Hacked and Humiliated

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I have never felt as violated as I was this night. For the first time ever I felt what it was really like to be exposed, humiliated … hated.

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The Plan, The Attack

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I made a plan. A good Plan. An exciting Plan. All there was to do now was tell mum the plan …..

The Way

I am all for signs, I think the universe always throws little hints our way. This time was no different. Back when I was still married, I was home alone (my favourite time) and I chucked on the T.V midday movie to pass the time. This movie was the start of something and my first sign from the universe. The Way. (If you haven’t seen it, do yourself a favour and check it out. Plus it has Martin Sheen in it, the man does no wrong ). I loved the movie so much so I went hunting online for a copy to buy. Continue reading “The Plan, The Attack”

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THE SHED!

Yesterday I sat in my shed and cried for close too 2 hours. I was sitting in front of a life time of collected junk and I realised that shed was me. Only 10% of the stuff I carry around with me was mine, the other 90% belonged to my ex husband, my ex boyfriends and my family and friends. You see I’m a carrier. Not a disease or illness carrier (I get my regular checks … STD free since 1987) an ’emotional carrier’.

I had, had enough of all the mess in my shed and decided today’s the day I get rid of it all. That then turned into 2 hours of me sitting in the same spot, on a paint tin, crying about life. So this blog originally started as a laugh between friends … but now I think it might just be the therapy I need. So on that note let’s get on with the original first blog,  the one I actually had put time and effort into!

(Side note: no shed cleaning occurred. I went inside and drank wine..2 bottles)

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  • 30 years and 11.3 months
  • 371.3 months
  • 1,614.3 weeks
  • 11,300 Day

Above is the total amount of days I’ve been alive, 11,300 days. Doesn’t really seem impressive or sound like much Hey. But I’ve managed to fit more than most into those 11,300 days. The first 15 odd years were filled with pretty stock standard days. Just an average kid growing up in average family of 6, with endless amounts of average love and average fun. (My family is amazing don’t get me wrong, and to me not average at all but we aren’t the Hiltons or the Kardashians )

Then at 16 my family hit a rocky patch, and by rocky I mean Everest sized, and now it seems I’ve been rocky (or just plain crazy) ever since.

My life at best is full. Full of people, places, things, love and drama. ALLLL the drama. I don’t know at what point the universe decided I could handle it all. But it did. And I’m still here. So cheers Universe.

Each and every time I tell people different parts of my life story, I get the same reaction “You should write a book.” So here I am, not a book but a blog. A blog because I’m young and hip and blogs are cool. Well not really I just have terrible writing skills and no one would publish anything I write. (Also for all those English buffs and grammar police I know sentences shouldn’t start with But or And. BUT this wont change , so it’s best you move along now) I guess you could call this my new years resolution, “NEW YEAR NEW ME” type thing. Honestly though I’d love to just see it all, My life in one hit, paragraphs of ME. To read it all and think wow I survived that.

The easiest way to do this is to break up my life into individual blogs (small disclaimer I got the ideas for the titles of my blogs from the girl who was dating my boyfriend at the time, safe to say he’s now an ex and may just get more than a single blog. But that will all come in time and under the title The PSYCHOLOGIST) I promise to be honest and cover it all. I’ve always been pretty good at dealing with things myself and doing it privately, but I’ve come to realise I am pretty amazing. I’ve lived some pretty amazing, bizarre, terrible things and they are all me. ALL me.

So here I am. Read along it you want or drop off now. I really don’t mind, This is more for me then it is for you. If you do stay though I at least hope you may just get a laugh out of my ridiculous attempt at life.

 

S xx