Step-Parent

When I was giving birth, the last thing I could ever have envisaged was sharing my children with another woman. Not in the cards. Not going to happen. Until, of course, it did. I hated not being a full-time mother to my children. I resented the full-time, never-divorced mothers who would say to me “Well it must be great to get a regular break from your kids like that.” Although words like that always felt like a slap in the face, I remained politely mute, but I wanted to cry my eyes out.

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“Mom! You Look Just Like a…”

I write an awful lot about the years when I first got divorced. Not because those years haunt me; not because the painful bits are seared into my memory

When Jealousy Rears Its Ugly Head

I am not a particularly jealous person. I use the word ‘particularly’ because of course, there are some things that give me an occasional twinge.

Mindset Can Change Everything

I recall feeling so very sorry for myself in the months after my divorce. I lost my job at the same time as my ex left: funding for a contract that had been renewed over a number of years suddenly dried up and I found myself in the terrifying position of being an unemployed single-parent.

I’ve Got This…

The year I got divorced from my first marriage was a bad one for me. My children were very young – just three and five – and just as my ex was leaving, I lost my job.

Little Red Toolbox

My father, despite rakish good looks and – once he got past his fifties brush cut – a hippyish demeanor, was an old-fashioned man.

Prince Charming

I dredged this one out of the archives: the years after my divorce were long and sometimes lonely ones but ultimately, I am so grateful for all that those years taught me…

All my life I have searched for you
My Prince Charming…
I see it all play out clearly
In my mind’s eye…