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Life is BUSY.
Unfortunate timing, as I’m experiencing a distinct funk at present, leaving me utterly drained. I’m an exhausted, heaving assemblage of emotional debris.
I have a residential week at University starting on Monday, (while working at night to keep things at the office on-track). As my dissatisfaction with my current professional role slowly smolders towards [...]

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Men. *sigh* Why do I bother?
The gulf of understanding on either side leaves me yearning for so much more.
A relationship should be based on mutual respect and understanding.
My current one seems to be more of a battle of egos.
I’m too old and set-in-my-ways to be bothered waging a war of wills. Experience tells me that [...]

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aaahh, the mystical whimsy of the weaving of romantic magic. The gentle glittering of wonder against the sparkling backdrop of possibility. Soft music. Flattering lighting. The verbal ping-pong of witty, slightly acerbic, mildly ambiguous banter and the unmistakably enigmatic air of ‘I wonder if they like me back?’
Romance can be magical. Alas, Valentine’s Day really [...]

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Day 3

Still no word following the horrible discussion with the (ex?) partner earlier in the week.
My house is a mess. My eyes are red-raw. My nose is snuffly, and I have a pounding headache…
The sole consolation is that I am looking after myself. I’ve managed to workout every day since he left. I’ve been eating well, have [...]

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Damaged goods

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
This post on the use of the term ‘damaged goods‘ made for an interesting light read.
By the reckoning of the ‘men’ consulted in writing the post – I’m seriously damaged goods. I tick almost all of the boxes. Completely un-datable.
Interestingly, having conducted my own ‘research’ lately (read: drunken sobbing phone [...]

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Are there any good men left?
As I teeter on the verge of singledom, I find myself yet again frustrated by my inability to understand the male psyche.
I’ll never understand the way men discuss women with other men. The misogynist references (’she’s a dog’) and utter quantification. It saddens me. It frustrates me. It sickens me.
I have tried [...]

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