How to survive!

The past 3 and a half years have been a trip, that is for certain. It has been time that sometimes felt was passing in slow motion, and at other times so fast that it recalls as a blur, a whoosh of colour, feelings, and faces in one swish of memory. My life has always been colourful, I mean most would say dramatic, but that is ever so much of a cliche that it just irks me and irritates me. Yes I studied acting, and yes am a singer....drama queen? Perhaps...Yet I am not casting titles of personlaity types on to ANY people; so I would rather people learn to keep their negative damaging opinions to themselves, for the most part. I went through a divorce, no easy feat I tell you, as I am sure many know, and the majority can imagine. I am strong. I am. I get the FUCK up every time. I am weary from the pulling myself up, but I do it...this is my stamina. It seems though, that all of this hardiness of character, has started to take its toll on me. I am stressed. I have started to lose my ha...

All couples argue, bicker, grate on one another’s nerves, or totally drive one another mad at one stage or another. Or at numerous stages perhaps! I am a feisty one, which is no secret, as I am sure most women are. We are more manipulative, cunning, better with our cutting words, and dress our mud slinging up with ribbons and bows to make the man feel completely and utterly at fault, and left wondering what he did, but feeling like what ever it was, that he did it! Ha! I must admit that I do not like this type of argumentative behaviour, and as I age, I am learning to make the effort to stay calm, and say nice things, and try to talk it out as opposed to SHOUT it out! I said I try, so believe me that this is not always how things play out. I can be just as vicious as the next woman. I am fearless in the arena of matters of the heart. I am “good at” this dance we do as couples. Now, bear in mind that at this very moment in time, I am without ties, without even a lover for...