It’s dawned on me that the one thing I can’t get used to in the new version of my life is how simple my life has become.
Most days I get up, get dressed, get just my own breakfast, read my own newspaper and go to work. I rarely have to go and do a big supermarket shop. I can do what I want when I want.
It’s totally alien to me.
For the last 23 years I have been putting other people first, mostly my ex. His needs trumped everyone else’s.
I had a bit of a wobble at work today. I burst out crying when talking to 2 of my colleagues about the past 5 months but I’ve been ok since.
This afternoon I came home and put up a curtain rail and curtains all by myself. I’m pretty damned proud of myself too.
I’m going out for tea with friends this evening. Because I can.
this is me again 