Life as I know it
Ten years since I started this blog. Ten years in which I've worked hard to make the transition from a structured, 9-5 life in which I felt comfortable and safe into a world without rules and few friends. It's not been easy and in the last year I've turned to therapy (on advice from Mr R). It's been interesting. Having a platform to say exactly what I like about anything is quite an odd experience for someone like me. I've always wanted to be liked and worry desperately what other people think about me. I'd like to think that I will still be liked but be more content with myself by the time I call it a day. It's been nearly a year and I may have up to a year with the same therapist at the same price when she is practising privately from next week. So I can't really justify a weekly cleaner just yet but I live in hope I won't have to do my own cleaning for the rest of my life. God it's dull. Not remotely interesting or creative and I only do it when I start to feel ashamed when I look around me. Or when I drop an earring and glimpse the tumbleweed under the bed when I bend down.
The dog was a sort of good idea (5 years ago - keep up) but what a bloody tie. She's adorable and affectionate etc. etc. all the things I wanted etc. But. Joe hasn't shown the slightest interest in sharing with her or even interacting with her. Now that IS a shame because I know she'd break the ice when he's out and about and it just may help with some of his symptoms. But I can't make it happen and have tried to step back. So when he tells me his breakfast was curry I have to apply superglue to my lips and wait. But I did make the mistake of telling him he'd die before me and he was irritated. Left early denying that there was anything wrong. Well we all have our crosses to bear. Don't we?? Please god let it be true...
I wanted to bung in a few photos - unfortunately I transferred all 10,000 iPhotos to Googlephoto recently and haven't a clue how to retrieve them.
But these are very recent - at Bru's 50th in Wolsingham:
Bru and Murr:
The dog was a sort of good idea (5 years ago - keep up) but what a bloody tie. She's adorable and affectionate etc. etc. all the things I wanted etc. But. Joe hasn't shown the slightest interest in sharing with her or even interacting with her. Now that IS a shame because I know she'd break the ice when he's out and about and it just may help with some of his symptoms. But I can't make it happen and have tried to step back. So when he tells me his breakfast was curry I have to apply superglue to my lips and wait. But I did make the mistake of telling him he'd die before me and he was irritated. Left early denying that there was anything wrong. Well we all have our crosses to bear. Don't we?? Please god let it be true...
I wanted to bung in a few photos - unfortunately I transferred all 10,000 iPhotos to Googlephoto recently and haven't a clue how to retrieve them.
But these are very recent - at Bru's 50th in Wolsingham:
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