I miss my wife, I miss being in love. For a while after her affair I filled one of the voids that loneliness created by writing this blog and reading those posted by others. Sometimes it helped but looking back I think it did more harm than good, encouraging an obsessive thought pattern but I… Continue reading Time to go…
The noise in my head was deafening.... “Subconsciously my brain raced back through time to find a comparable sound, after all such noises are frightening and there is safety in familiarity; the only reference point to be found came from a time twenty-five years past when as a small child I had wrestled free… Continue reading Cannons and beaches
If memories are the result of our brains ability to recall something that has happened to us in the past where does that leave fake memories? By fake memories I do not mean things that happened to us whilst we were being deceived or mislead, those things after all still actually happened and the event… Continue reading Total Recall, what dreams are made of….
Writing about infidelity is not something I choose to do because I think it is a fascinating topic that is in need of deep exploration and this blog is not full of pictures like the blogs that you might see from someone sharing their enthusiasm of cooking or walking in the woods during the last… Continue reading Once upon a time…
Sometimes people get a little upset about things that are written. More often than not because they assume, quite wrongly for the most part, that people all think and feel the same. One thing I have come to realise during writing this blog is that whilst there is a common theme amongst those who stop… Continue reading My Moral Obligations..(really who wrote this)
My darling Wife, I am sure it was never your intent, but the result remains the same due to your choices and actions over the last few years. There was a period of time, a few months or so that I thought we would come through this as a stronger couple, like the ones you… Continue reading Just a letter
At only a couple of months old my prospects in life looked bleak, I was the youngest member of a family unit that should never have been allowed to happen. I lived in a rundown area new the docks in a welsh town that had barely survived the recessions of the seventies and with the… Continue reading A less than perfect start