I had three relationships while I lived in Norfolk. One with the guy I moved in with when I first arrived, one with a guy I was with for a year or so before he proposed and I accepted and then we broke up, and one with a guy I really should have left alone. … Continue reading Tear catcher
I'm not afraid of being vulnerable, nor of people knowing about it. What I am afraid of is losing control. Not relinquishing control - I'm comfortable with that - but losing it, either so slowly I hardly notice it at first or all at once like a blow to the back of the head. It … Continue reading A heart unfortified
I was originally going to write a 'top five worst people I've lived with' but I got to 1200 words about Anne and realised she was going to have to have her own post. That wasn't even everything but I just can't waste any more time thinking about her. Just thinking about her makes me … Continue reading Hippies and hermits and sociopaths – oh my!
Allow me to skip ahead slightly. I need to tell you about the people I lived with in Norfolk, but first let me tell you about someone even worse. When I first moved to Newcastle, I slept on my friend's sofa for a few nights. Well, that's where I was meant to be sleeping - … Continue reading Warning signs
People keep commending me for my honesty. Please understand that I don't particularly want to be this honest. I wish I could just pretend that none of it happened. All I'm really doing is controlling the narrative. You can't hold anything over me if I've already blabbed all my own secrets. I can control what … Continue reading Singing like a canary