Gross misconduct. The end.

OK. Forget what I said a few days ago. Everything’s changed. I am SO OVER Whippersnapper. I never want to see or hear from him ever again. This is the closest I’ve come to hating someone. I’m actually having fantasies about hurting him physically, which I’ve never had about anyone before. I’m not saying I…

Healing the third degree burns on my brain

This week in London, there was a devastating fire in a block of flats, killing many people. It has caused some political unrest in the city, so it’s all over the news and social media. A few friends texted to check I’m OK, because they knew it would make me think of the house fire…

The emotional portcullis

I’ve been terribly unhappy for a few days. I was fine one day, then the next I felt really bad. I’m OK when I’m with other people, but on my own, I can’t stop crying. It’s hard to get out of bed. I’ve had two epiphanies and one bit of bad news. Bad News On…

The worst day of my life

9th February 2012 was the worst day of my life. It was about 8:30 in the morning. I had just got out of the shower. I had a towel around me. It was a bit cold in my flat, so I had got into the habit of putting my dressing gown on over the towel,…

Modern Death is Rubbish

This week it would’ve been my ex-boyfriend’s birthday. As you can see by my use of ‘would’ve’, he’s no longer with us – he died in a fire in 2012. I thought I would write a post about the challenges and dilemmas of having a late ex-partner in the 2010s – what it’s like to be…