Sadness

You hated my cold hands The way I tied my hair How I cleaned, cooked and what I wear You tried to change me but I’m here still I’ll keep fighting for me but you never will I fought for you too once but you seem to have forgotten Who changed jobs to care for

The Split

I’m grieving who you were But you’re still alive I’m grieving the one person who used to make me feel loved inside I miss the way you used to smile, stroke my hair, hold my hand I crave the lost passion and how you made me feel good about myself and treated me right I

Be confident

Be confident in yourself, your own choices, your own self worth and trust in your head and heart. Don’t let anyone compromise your value. Be confident.

She Took Him Back

He said the right things She wanted to believe it although she knew it wasn’t him The cracks started to show that very first weekend He wanted to have another drink He wouldn’t touch her She felt abondoned Questioning if she was the issue alone They had little quarrels The truth came out A life

Don’t step on a crack…

Are you superstitious? When I was a youngun, the poem was, don’t step on a crack or you’ll break your back No walking under ladders. A black cat crossing your path is a good omen. Finding a penny brought you luck for the day, pass it on you will have luck for a year. Breaking

Personal Problems here

Times, personally are difficult right now for our family. *Update The eye hospital wasn’t too concerned and regular monitoring is now scheduled, they were more worried about my husband potentially having diabetes and high blood pressure so they are now being checked. One big relief and weight gone! He is now at home resting as

Painful Happy Memories

It dampens my days when happy memories come up, when I know I’m no longer part of future happy memories with that special person/s. Broken families are terrible but some just can’t be fixed. It’s not just a personality clash, it’s removing yourself from toxic and violent situations which result in you no longer being

Tales from a younger me 2

Walking for miles Through fields and woodland Jumping streams Breathing in the air Laying in the long grass Daydreaming about life Hours would pass No cares Believing in something bigger Seeing wonder in the world Oh how to see that now.

Tales from a younger me.

On a night out, high heels, short skirt Music blaring, dancing away Bar cruising, drinks flowing Getting drunk, wobbly shoes Fall forward, reach out Grab onto something Lady infront is on the floor too Skirt down Pull myself up, drunken mess Police asks if I’m doing my best ‘News Shoes!’ I exclaim like I’m sober

Bariatric Downs…

I havent posted for a while. Six days and it feels like months ago, time goes very slow when you don’t feel your best. Sorry for the last photo! But anyway, after I was discharged I went on an outpatient waiting list. 6-8 weeks. Despite me saying how sick I was on the tube feed.