Oh My Gosh!…

…I have freaking internet, and am using my laptop! Forget Women’s Lib – this is even frigging better! 😀

I will be catching up with you all as soon as I can. xoxo

You Look Happy

Yesterday, as I was stood outside, a vehicle stopped in the middle of the road. (Luckily, it wasn’t busy!). The gentleman inside said something to me, but I didn’t quite catch what it was. I said, as we Brits do “I’m sorry?”. He repeated what he said:

Him: “That must be a really good message.”

Me: “Yes, it is!”

Him: “I can tell. You look really happy!”

It was the first time in years that anyone had said I look happy. The thing is, I really was! I don’t recall anyone ever saying that to me when I was with my abuser *Steve. I hadn’t realised that as I’d been stood reading the message from my phone, I was grinning from ear to ear, lost in the moment.

You see folks, I had received a message from a guy, whom I met last year October. I won’t use his full name, but will use his rank. Cpl (Corporal) O. This man makes me laugh. And I mean loud laughter, looking like a crazy woman in public. From the moment I saw him, I said to myself “Yep, that’s him! I want that one”. 😀 . I finally told him a few days ago how I felt (brave woman, huh?! I don’t know what I was thinking). Anyway, turns out he feels the same. Phew! It could have gone very wrong!

Not once, even in the beginning of my relationship/marriage with my abuser, nor the duration had this been said to me. So how did he slip through the net? I have no idea, but hey, this post isn’t about him. I’ve taken enough time out to think about what he has done to me. I do not need, nor do I wish to do it any longer. He’s had more than enough of my time – time he certainly did not deserve.

Anyway, there’s no guarantee we will be more than friends who make each other laugh, but it sure feels great to have feelings of happiness, rather than that of anxiety, depression and doubt.

I have reached another chapter in life, and have crossed yet another path in the right direction along my Healing Journey. Thank you all for being a part of it. I feel blessed. Very blessed indeed.

Much love. ❤

(Image from the web)

Time To Chill

You may have noticed that I have not been posting much lately.

I feel I need to apologise for the many quotes, but little else. I have been really busy, what with my son Max’s birthday and Christmas ten days later.

For some reason, over the past couple of weeks, I have been receiving nothing but good news, so I have been ridiculously happy – something I haven’t felt in years!

My ten year Green Card finally arrived. No conditions. No sponsor. Just me. Independent. And boy, does it feel good!

It’s time to put my feet up until the New Year. Well, as much as I can with a hyper toddler about!

Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas Everyone! ❤

Shy Girl

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OK, so something weird is happening to me. Something that hasn’t happened since my ex husband *Matt. (I mean the nice guy, not the narcissistic sociopath jerk who is my son’s father).

I first met Matt on December 21st 1998. This should indicate just how long it’s been since someone has made me feel so shy and weak in the knees!

Every time I talk to this guy (with his oh so gorgeous eyes), I feel so silly because he makes my heart skip a beat (or two!). As soon as I open my mouth to speak, the words barely come out. Like clockwork, it happened today. I just hope he hasn’t noticed. It was somewhat of a relief that we spoke over the phone, but still, I was not expecting him to be the one to pick up.

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When I see him in person, I don’t know whether or not I should make a dash for the door or hide, which probably wouldn’t be a good idea as my knees would’ve already turned to jelly, so I’d fall flat on my face anyway!

What on earth is going on?

I guess it’s nice to see my traumatic experiences hasn’t hardened my heart, but I also think that I seriously need to get a grip! 😀

Story Time!

My son Max reading ‘The Hungry Caterpillar’ – upside down! He had decided he didn’t want me to read it to him, as he felt he was more than capable of doing so himself…

Who am I to argue with him? ❤