Me Day – again

Two years ago, on 8th January, my husband told me he was leaving. One year ago, on 8th January, I wrote this. I decided that I would declare the 8th of January Me Day. A day to acknowledge that I’ve survived, that I’m not the woman I was. I wish I could go back and…

One year on – what I’ve learnt

That was a quick year. It will be one year ago tomorrow since my husband told me he was leaving. Was that the end of something? Or the beginning? It felt like the end, to begin with. There was the initial shock of course, but then the realisation that I wasn’t really surprised. It had…