Love Is Messy

I have no problem getting rid of the people in my life, who are fake. The good side of narcissistic abuse is that it does exactly that. I watched them drop off one by one. My darkside was I am interested in their manoeuvres. I focussed on the job I had to do, raising my youngsters and I watched the friendships of other people come and go. I think I may have even said, “Either you are my friend for life or don’t bother.”

I am all or nothing. So it doesn’t bother me that much any more once somebody reveals their true nature to me. I become detached and analytical. There is nobody I analyse more than myself.

This whole love thing is illogical. I have given it a go. The experiment failed spectacularly!

My current theory is that man plus woman equals an explosion and a lot of mess to clear up.

Loved this: Aja Volkman

Husband.

Some messes are good.

How To Make Eton Mess My best friend introduced me to this on a trip to the UK. I used to get my youngsters to make it.

Beautiful Messy Journey Called Motherhood

Pushy Mothers – The Middle

Yes despite all the years saying I would never be a fussy mother, I became one.

The lovely headmaster once hid in the stationery cupboard to avoid me.

Just One Look – Hollies

I think I must have annoyed him. He was probably tapping Morse code from the cupboard.

SOS – ABBA

Years later bless him he went out of his way to ask how my youngsters were doing whilst I was sat in a coffee shop.(This one used to be a fantastic bookshop too.)

Proverbs 31:25

I can’t remember the last time I had dignity.

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