‘Please don’t put that in your blog, for f*&k sake Mum!’ But I am and she doesn’t know. ‘Cause it is some sort of watershed moment when you can discuss sex with your 23 year old daughter. And not just sex, but the ins and outs (oh, yes, easy pun) of sleeping with someone who satisfies…… Continue reading Mother and Daughter discuss ‘one night stands’
So Christmas is approaching again. What a weird year it has been. But you and I, we are still here, together. You have never asked me about this blog, despite me telling you that I write to the ether to release my anger and frustrations with you. But that doesn’t seem to register? You go…… Continue reading Another Christmas cometh!
Growing up in Ireland in the 1970s, my childhood memories have now filtered to sunshine and warmth and the love of a big Catholic Irish family. I lived on a dairy farm in what is known as the Republic of Ireland, (Southern Ireland), in a non-descript part of this idyllic land. Nightly, as the 6.00pm…… Continue reading Belfast
So now you are happily planning the rest of your life, and I am paralysed in mine. Your sister has provided you with a job, a salary and the freedom to do as you wish, and I am stuck in a job with an egotistical manic, telling me how best to portray him, as if…… Continue reading Is this really your fault?
It’s been two weeks now. The days begin to blend into one, but I am still here in this nightmare. You left the hospital after eight days and are now in a recovery home, for a couple of weeks. So far, you’ve been there five days. My feelings for you change daily. I’m struggling with everything and…… Continue reading Day 14 – Be strong they said
The phone keeps ringing and people are dropping in to make sure i am okay. I am okay. It’s like another job trying to make sure I’ve spoken to every necessary. Each time I speak, my stomach churns and I cry at certain points of my story. This is now how I had imagined my…… Continue reading Day three, I’m okay, what about you?
This would be fun if it wasn’t so awful. My cousin has come from her home seven hours drive away to be with me. She got in her car as soon as T spoke to her. It took her all day to get here, with her heart in her mouth and post Christmas weariness. She is my cousin, but…… Continue reading Suicide summer, day two
I visit you in the hospital. I’m scared but want to see you, want you to know that I’m still here, still your wife, still in love with you. I want you to know that I’m here, despite the fact that you tried to kill yourself and told me it was a done deal, you…… Continue reading Suicide summer, day one
They call me at 6.00am to tell me he’s been admitted to the Psychiatric ward. I am so relieved, yet terrified at the same time. Jen and I had gone home at 4.30am and I’d fallen asleep for an hour or so and then woke in fright when the phone rang. “Bloody men!” Jen said when…… Continue reading Merry Christmas everyone , 2013
So, I’ve decided that Fridays should be ‘Fess up Day’ from now on. I think I’ll use the day as a weekly cleanse for those things I’ve wanted to say to the world all week but were too frightened to voice. Fridays are supposed to be fun, you can be a little naughty on a…… Continue reading ‘Fess up Friday’
The Lotus Shoe 