I met my ex-husband when I was 17 years old and went straight from living with my parents to moving in with him a few years later (I never went to university or lived with friends). Fast forward 13 years and a bit years to a few months after we separated, and I had to... Continue Reading →
Can you be happy alone?
A musing from a conversation the other night with a friend who I'd not spoken to much since I got to New Zealand. He said he was worried about me, because I'm not dating anyone/in a relationship. I told him I was quite happy being alone. But no one's happy alone, he says. I told... Continue Reading →
