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In life we learn as we fall. In life we find when we are lost. In life we treasure when we lose ( Read more... )

I have to remind myself - whatever he's doing is just a ploy. Just crocodile tears, just mental manipulation. I must not waver. I must not grovel again. Done too much of it, plus it's not my fault. He's unstable and insecure about himself. He and that girl - they brought this upon themselves and even if they did get together at the end, it would ( Read more... )

Totally unexpected but Melbourne's summer is cold. So I got off the plane and felt the biting wind seep through my thin summer top and I began to dread looking through the clothes I'd selected for this trip. None of them halter or tank tops will keep me warm enough ( Read more... )

Brisbane is lovely. The River, the shopping malls, the nice Singaporeans, etc. Didn't think I'd last this long here but I did and the funny thing is that I'm actually feeling quite reluctant about leaving on Monday ( Read more... )

Dear Paul ( Read more... )

I swear Addy is still around. Lurking around somewhere with P behind my back. She's the reason why my marriage is in tatters and the reason that's causing P to lose his mind ( Read more... )

This morning our struggle came to an end. It's over. The marriage is over. He doesn't want it anymore. And I'm tired. Tired of begging to no avail. Tired of not being convinced that we just 'died' like that. I'm not satisfied. But I've lost. Lost a terrible defeat ( Read more... )

I can't quite comprehend everything yet. But the mule in me is still holding me up. Sanity is what I need now - as Jas says. I'm lapsing into mild depression. And I mean the real mental illness that kills appetite, sleep, and enjoying usual favourite activities and not just being in a state of feeling dejected all the time just so to get attention ( Read more... )

Something is terribly wrong somewhere and I refuse to believe P is his usual self.