Friday 19 July 2019
The 10 year marriage agreement
When I got married back in 2001, I was 31 years old, very much in love with my fiancé and with lots of stars in my eyes. I believed that we would be married forever, and who doesn’t believe that when they are marrying the love of their life? Fast forward 10 years with two children conceived via IVF, a relocation to a different state and a lot of sleepless nights, the cracks can start to appear. The person that you were 10 years ago has grown up and realised that creating a family, being a parent and still giving your partner attention all while you are trying to sustain your lives financially isn’t an easy job. I was lucky that both my partner and I were great friends who never argued and agreed on the best way to bring up our children. But after a period of time we lost our passion for each other and we discovered different interests and hobbies and spent more time apart. Our marriage fell apart not because of any tragic incident or argument. We were just better off as friends and although it was heartbreaking to break our family up after 15 years of marriage, 3 1/2 years later we are all doing pretty well.
Since I have been a single I have had a lot of different experiences with men, some okay, some pretty terrible and some downright ridiculous. I have never lacked male attention and that can be a good thing, and a bad thing. I have been with men less than half my age and have found that younger men definitely have a thing for older women. I have tried online dating, I have met men through my work and I have really given it a good try but unfortunately I have not met anyone who I want to spend the rest of my life with.....yet! (Trying to be positive here folks).
The one thing that has surprised me over the past few years has been how many married men have approached me to hook up with them even though they are supposedly “happily married”. It's always the same old story, I love my wife but we never have sex, I’m bored and need a little bit of excitement, I find you extremely sexy and would love to sleep with you just one time, I don’t want to separate from my wife for the children’s sake but need something to spice it up. I don’t want to hurt you and hope we can be friends. Blah blah blah. Honestly if I hear this one more time I may slap someone. Probably the married man saying it to me! This is why I believe that marriage should be on a 10 year agreement. You sign the agreement at your wedding along with your marriage certificate and if you are both still happy after 10 years you stay together but if not, you can divorce and move on, no hard feelings.
Society has drilled it into us that we all should grow up, meet the love of our lives, get married, have babies and have a mortgage and although we now have many different variations of this we mostly are still lead to believe that is how life should go.
But yet affairs are still major issues in our lives, with so many marriages ending bitterly when one partner gets found out that they have cheated.
This could all be avoided if we had the 10 year agreement. Imagine, it’s 9 years into the marriage, the passion has worn off, the kids are at that annoying stage and you just wanna break from life in general. You know your 10 years is coming up and you hold on that little bit longer so you don’t hurt anyone and then decide not to renew the agreement. Happy days!
Of course there is always the issue that one person wants to go and one wants to stay so this is going to cause some problems but if you have that kind of one sided marriage, is it really worth staying anyway?
I remember telling my ex husband about 10 years into our marriage that I wasn’t happy and that I thought we should separate but he refused, saying he didn’t want to leave because of the kids. Not because he still loved me. He knew we weren’t connecting anymore but he said financially we couldn’t afford to separate. At that stage I think I was about 41 and looking back now I wish I had of followed through with the separation then because I believe I would have had a better chance of meeting someone else in my early 40s rather than now when I’m nearly 50. But I stayed for another 5 years and left when I was 46 and have struggled to have a good connection with anyone since then. I have also gone into that stage where I’m so good at being by myself that the thought of sacrificing my freedom scares the shit out of me and although I get lonely and would love someone to hang out with, the alternative is pretty hard to give up. Not answering to anyone, not having to consider anyone’s feelings and just doing what I want when I want is pretty damn good.
Now of course there may be some people that laugh at the 10 year marriage agreement, like my brother and his wife who are both still deeply in love after 27 years and would have never even have considered leaving each other after 10 years and thank goodness for these people who give you hope that a ever lasting love can be real. And then there are those people who would think 10 years is too much and would need a 5 year agreement and maybe those people never should have gotten married in the first place and just kept dating or living together. These people are the ones who want the big wedding and the idea of being married but maybe weren't that suited for domestic life in the first place?
There will always be exceptions but from my experience I think the shine starts to rub off at that 10 year period and if there was an agreement in place I believe that a lot of marriages would end a lot more amicably than many do, with bitter divorces, fighting and custody dramas which leaves everyone mentally exhausted and financially ruined.
If we all had the option of signing off after 10 years would there be so many affairs occurring? So many people chatting up strangers on Instagram and Facebook? So many people getting caught out by their partners? I really don't think.
Anyway it's just a theory of mine, but I reckon I'm onto something for sure.
Katie xx
Friday 12 July 2019
Beware the most charming man on Instagram
Something funny happened to me a little while ago, well it wasn't really funny, it was sort of awful and a little heartbreaking but also a definite eye opener and a situation that got me thinking about dating in this day and age as a single mum with social media, dating apps and all the weird things that happen along the way when you are using these apps.
My experiences as an amateur photographer on social media over the past 5 years have mostly been positive. I have met some of my best friends and some incredible people through the app and am forever grateful for the experiences I have been lucky enough to enjoy. Of course, like most people I have had some shitty times along the way but I have always managed to bounce back from these and still remain dedicated and positive about Instagram, until lately.
As a single mum who works full time with 2 teenagers and a "faux" 2nd job helping to run a busy and successful community Instagram account I don't have a lot of time to go out and meet people, so my main form of social interaction is through Instagram and Facebook and I find myself spending many hours online chatting to friends at night when I'm by myself. Some of these people I have met and know well and value them as friends, some I have only met briefly but have good connections with them and others I have never met but have formed friendships that are comfortable and have been created over 5 years without having to meet in person. I also have many men who message me (as I'm sure all women do online), some of these guys are harmless and just lonely who want someone to chat to, others are annoying and have to be told to go away, I usually can tell which category they fall into after a short period of time and I try to remain polite and friendly so as not to cause any negative vibes online. I'm all about keeping it positive on social media.
A few months ago I started chatting to a guy through IG who I had been following for awhile, we had chatted briefly before, answering each other's stories and he had always seemed pleasant and friendly. I loved his photos and we struck up a conversation about everything you could possibly imagine. We chatted intensely for a week, all day and at night and by the end of the week we had gone on our first date where we took photos and had dinner. We got along well and I liked him. He had a little boy and although that wouldn't normally be something I would be looking for I was willing to go with the flow and see what happened. He told me he hadn't been with anyone for 6 months and was divorced and hadn't met anyone like me for a long time. I was swept off my feet and excited about maybe finally meeting someone who I could hang out with and had something in common with.
After seeing each other a few times over a couple of weeks I had fallen hard but he always remained pretty private and wasn't opening up to me like you normally would after seeing each other for a few weeks. I noticed he would get a little nasty if I pressured him too much to take things a bit quicker and he started to back off and stopped texting me as much and I felt the vibe change. I figured he wasn't that into me anymore and although I was super disappointed I decided to give him the opportunity to bow out by texting him telling him I wasn't feeling it anymore and that we should just be friends. His answer to that text was to completely do a 360 and ask me to give it another go and he explained that he had been so busy at work and with his little boy and that I had come out of the blue and he really wanted to get to know me better and to start again.
Of course I decided to give it another go because I did genuinely like him.
What followed over the next 3 months was an absolute roller coaster and not one of those fun ones at the theme parks, more like one of those terrifying ones that make you want to vomit when you eventually get off.
He had a way of making me feel that I was too needy when I wanted to see him, that I was too pushy when I asked him personal questions and he kept me at a distance not letting me know the real person he was. He was always incredibly busy, working away and looking after his son but he kept me hanging in there, texting me randomly when he felt I was drifting away and saying all the right things when I asked him if he still wanted to see me. For some reason I kept thinking that maybe I was rushing things and that I should slow down and let things happen at a pace that suited him. The red flags were practically blinding me but I kept going.
Eventually, after a few more weeks, I tired of the anxiety he was causing me and decided I had had enough. I text him I was done and of course he turned it around and made out that I was the one with the problem, that I was a drama queen and way too needy and that it was such a shame as he was just starting to feel close to me.
I decided to get on Tinder which I hated but needed to take my mind off him and thought that dating would help me move on. I had 3 dates but unfortunately none of these worked out and one night a few weeks after we had stopped talking he text me asking how I was. He caught me at a bad time and I made the stupid mistake of telling him I was feeling depressed and he managed to get me talking, telling him about my dates. He completely sweet talked me and the next thing I knew I was asking if we could give it another try because I missed him! I honestly don't know what the the fuck I was thinking at this point, I was just so fucked up by him that I wanted to work something out to prove to myself that I could have a successful relationship. We agreed to start again and see what happened. We began texting every day again and saw each other a few times. We hadn't slept together for awhile though and this was the part that baffled me, why was I so infatuated with this guy when we didn't even have a good sexual connection? What the fuck was it that made me want to be with him so much, even though when we were actually together he didn't even make me feel good about myself?
Over the next few weeks the situation didn't improve. He was "breadcrumbing" me which I found out meant randomly texting me just to keep me hanging on but never actually making any effort to be with me. All of my friends begged me to block him and every day I would wake up promising not to contact him but then something would happen and I would text him and I would be back to where I started. I lost weight, couldn't sleep and was suffering anxiety for the first time since my marriage breakup. He was your typical narcissist, charming and convincing when he needed to be but nasty and mean if I ever questioned him about anything which didn't make sense.
I was at work one day in the midst of the anxiety he was constantly causing me when I received a message from a lady on IG whom I had briefly told about my situation but had never told her who it was I was seeing. She asked me if I would tell her because she had been getting flirty messages from someone on IG and her gut instinct told her it was the same guy, and of course it was! I felt physically sick and was so angry. Why had I kept it going after that first break? Just stupid behaviour on my behalf.
A few days later I was shooting sunrise with a friend who I had met only a few weeks before but we had a great connection and I had told her what was happening with him and she told me he had actually privately messaged her too and had tried to strike up a bit of a flirty conversation which she had quickly put a stop to as she was happily married. I was so upset that I had let this guy come into my life and treat me so badly and that I had been completely blindsided by him.
The night before I had posted a meme about Instagram being just as bad as Tinder on my story. A random girl who followed me answered my story while I was shooting sunrise, telling me she related to my meme as she was having a crappy time with a guy she was seeing whom she met through Instagram. Something just clicked in my gut and I knew it was the same guy I had been seeing. I asked her what his name was and my suspicions were correct. We rang each other comparing stories and talking for an hour. Both of us were in shock, the lies and deceit were next level. He had been seeing her since December, me since February. We spent the day messaging each other trying to figure out all of his lies and we both text him telling him we knew of his deceit which of course caused a huge shit storm. Looking back now that day is just a huge blur.
But it gets worse, as I was dropping my daughter to her friends later that afternoon, another girl from Instagram who I had met briefly before, answered my meme saying she had had a bad experience with a guy she met through Instagram. I asked what his name was and guess what, SAME GUY! She had been in a relationship with him since Sept last year, up until February this year, so although our time didn't cross over, it sure did with the first girl. We created a group chat and spent all night dissecting all the lies and deceit.
That night while I was in bed, he text me, asking how I was. I didn't even know how to react or feel. I knew that although we had never officially been in a relationship, the lies he had told me and the stories he had concocted had rocked me and I was deeply hurt, but yet I was still letting him text me, apologising and begging me to forgive him, telling me he was never with these other girls in a relationship and that they were both crazy.
Over the next few days, the group chat got one extra member, his ex-girlfriend who I already knew through Instagram and invited to the chat, her time with him had been a lot longer and intense than any of us and her pain and anxiety was still so raw. She filled us in with all of her experiences with him and we were shocked to learn of the extent of his lying and deceit over many years and with so many other girls. He was relentless with his pursuing of woman to feed his ego.
Over the next week he messaged me constantly, telling me he was depressed, begging me to help him, ringing me trying to explain that he was fucked up but it was all because he had lost the love of his life and he couldn't stand the pain and that was why he was so terrible at relationships.
For some reason I kept taking the calls, answering the messages, feeling sorry for him and doing what I could to cheer him up. What was wrong with me?? I had always been a strong person who didn't take any shit but when it came to this man I was at a loss why I kept answering his texts and why I even wanted him still in my life after all the terrible things he had done to me and so many other innocent girls. He had lied to me constantly and cheated on me and and it actually sickened me that I was being so weak.
I had never let a guy treat me like this before and I am nearly 50!
It is now a month since that morning when it all came to a head and looking back I can honestly say that I am ashamed of my behavior during that month. I have had so many moments of weakness when I allowed him back in my life, thinking we could be friends and allowing him to still treat me badly. I have been weak and pathetic and I've hated myself but I have finally had enough of being taken advantage of. I have found the strength to move on and not let him be a part of my life anymore.
It has definitely been a battle but I am confident I am winning that battle now. I have formed a bond with the other girls that we share because we have all experienced this persons bad behavior and I'm sure there are many more women out there who have experienced it too. I just feel sad for the innocent women that will fall under his spell in the future and I hope that he maybe one day he realises how many hearts he has broken before he breaks too many more. I think we all need to trust our gut instincts more and when the red flags are blinding please make sure you favourite colour isn't red!
They say everything happens for a reason and I don't really know if that is true but I have met some beautiful people through this experience who have been super supportive and have helped me find my inner strength again so I think that might just be the reason this happened, for all of us to find these beautiful friendships to support each other and get strong again.
Instagram has definitely changed my life in many good ways and has also taught me some pretty hard lessons but I will always be grateful for the friendships I have created along the way and I will definitely be a lot smarter when it comes to meeting men through social media in the future!
Katie xx
My experiences as an amateur photographer on social media over the past 5 years have mostly been positive. I have met some of my best friends and some incredible people through the app and am forever grateful for the experiences I have been lucky enough to enjoy. Of course, like most people I have had some shitty times along the way but I have always managed to bounce back from these and still remain dedicated and positive about Instagram, until lately.
As a single mum who works full time with 2 teenagers and a "faux" 2nd job helping to run a busy and successful community Instagram account I don't have a lot of time to go out and meet people, so my main form of social interaction is through Instagram and Facebook and I find myself spending many hours online chatting to friends at night when I'm by myself. Some of these people I have met and know well and value them as friends, some I have only met briefly but have good connections with them and others I have never met but have formed friendships that are comfortable and have been created over 5 years without having to meet in person. I also have many men who message me (as I'm sure all women do online), some of these guys are harmless and just lonely who want someone to chat to, others are annoying and have to be told to go away, I usually can tell which category they fall into after a short period of time and I try to remain polite and friendly so as not to cause any negative vibes online. I'm all about keeping it positive on social media.
A few months ago I started chatting to a guy through IG who I had been following for awhile, we had chatted briefly before, answering each other's stories and he had always seemed pleasant and friendly. I loved his photos and we struck up a conversation about everything you could possibly imagine. We chatted intensely for a week, all day and at night and by the end of the week we had gone on our first date where we took photos and had dinner. We got along well and I liked him. He had a little boy and although that wouldn't normally be something I would be looking for I was willing to go with the flow and see what happened. He told me he hadn't been with anyone for 6 months and was divorced and hadn't met anyone like me for a long time. I was swept off my feet and excited about maybe finally meeting someone who I could hang out with and had something in common with.
After seeing each other a few times over a couple of weeks I had fallen hard but he always remained pretty private and wasn't opening up to me like you normally would after seeing each other for a few weeks. I noticed he would get a little nasty if I pressured him too much to take things a bit quicker and he started to back off and stopped texting me as much and I felt the vibe change. I figured he wasn't that into me anymore and although I was super disappointed I decided to give him the opportunity to bow out by texting him telling him I wasn't feeling it anymore and that we should just be friends. His answer to that text was to completely do a 360 and ask me to give it another go and he explained that he had been so busy at work and with his little boy and that I had come out of the blue and he really wanted to get to know me better and to start again.
Of course I decided to give it another go because I did genuinely like him.
What followed over the next 3 months was an absolute roller coaster and not one of those fun ones at the theme parks, more like one of those terrifying ones that make you want to vomit when you eventually get off.
He had a way of making me feel that I was too needy when I wanted to see him, that I was too pushy when I asked him personal questions and he kept me at a distance not letting me know the real person he was. He was always incredibly busy, working away and looking after his son but he kept me hanging in there, texting me randomly when he felt I was drifting away and saying all the right things when I asked him if he still wanted to see me. For some reason I kept thinking that maybe I was rushing things and that I should slow down and let things happen at a pace that suited him. The red flags were practically blinding me but I kept going.
Eventually, after a few more weeks, I tired of the anxiety he was causing me and decided I had had enough. I text him I was done and of course he turned it around and made out that I was the one with the problem, that I was a drama queen and way too needy and that it was such a shame as he was just starting to feel close to me.
I decided to get on Tinder which I hated but needed to take my mind off him and thought that dating would help me move on. I had 3 dates but unfortunately none of these worked out and one night a few weeks after we had stopped talking he text me asking how I was. He caught me at a bad time and I made the stupid mistake of telling him I was feeling depressed and he managed to get me talking, telling him about my dates. He completely sweet talked me and the next thing I knew I was asking if we could give it another try because I missed him! I honestly don't know what the the fuck I was thinking at this point, I was just so fucked up by him that I wanted to work something out to prove to myself that I could have a successful relationship. We agreed to start again and see what happened. We began texting every day again and saw each other a few times. We hadn't slept together for awhile though and this was the part that baffled me, why was I so infatuated with this guy when we didn't even have a good sexual connection? What the fuck was it that made me want to be with him so much, even though when we were actually together he didn't even make me feel good about myself?
Over the next few weeks the situation didn't improve. He was "breadcrumbing" me which I found out meant randomly texting me just to keep me hanging on but never actually making any effort to be with me. All of my friends begged me to block him and every day I would wake up promising not to contact him but then something would happen and I would text him and I would be back to where I started. I lost weight, couldn't sleep and was suffering anxiety for the first time since my marriage breakup. He was your typical narcissist, charming and convincing when he needed to be but nasty and mean if I ever questioned him about anything which didn't make sense.
I was at work one day in the midst of the anxiety he was constantly causing me when I received a message from a lady on IG whom I had briefly told about my situation but had never told her who it was I was seeing. She asked me if I would tell her because she had been getting flirty messages from someone on IG and her gut instinct told her it was the same guy, and of course it was! I felt physically sick and was so angry. Why had I kept it going after that first break? Just stupid behaviour on my behalf.
A few days later I was shooting sunrise with a friend who I had met only a few weeks before but we had a great connection and I had told her what was happening with him and she told me he had actually privately messaged her too and had tried to strike up a bit of a flirty conversation which she had quickly put a stop to as she was happily married. I was so upset that I had let this guy come into my life and treat me so badly and that I had been completely blindsided by him.
The night before I had posted a meme about Instagram being just as bad as Tinder on my story. A random girl who followed me answered my story while I was shooting sunrise, telling me she related to my meme as she was having a crappy time with a guy she was seeing whom she met through Instagram. Something just clicked in my gut and I knew it was the same guy I had been seeing. I asked her what his name was and my suspicions were correct. We rang each other comparing stories and talking for an hour. Both of us were in shock, the lies and deceit were next level. He had been seeing her since December, me since February. We spent the day messaging each other trying to figure out all of his lies and we both text him telling him we knew of his deceit which of course caused a huge shit storm. Looking back now that day is just a huge blur.
But it gets worse, as I was dropping my daughter to her friends later that afternoon, another girl from Instagram who I had met briefly before, answered my meme saying she had had a bad experience with a guy she met through Instagram. I asked what his name was and guess what, SAME GUY! She had been in a relationship with him since Sept last year, up until February this year, so although our time didn't cross over, it sure did with the first girl. We created a group chat and spent all night dissecting all the lies and deceit.
That night while I was in bed, he text me, asking how I was. I didn't even know how to react or feel. I knew that although we had never officially been in a relationship, the lies he had told me and the stories he had concocted had rocked me and I was deeply hurt, but yet I was still letting him text me, apologising and begging me to forgive him, telling me he was never with these other girls in a relationship and that they were both crazy.
Over the next few days, the group chat got one extra member, his ex-girlfriend who I already knew through Instagram and invited to the chat, her time with him had been a lot longer and intense than any of us and her pain and anxiety was still so raw. She filled us in with all of her experiences with him and we were shocked to learn of the extent of his lying and deceit over many years and with so many other girls. He was relentless with his pursuing of woman to feed his ego.
Over the next week he messaged me constantly, telling me he was depressed, begging me to help him, ringing me trying to explain that he was fucked up but it was all because he had lost the love of his life and he couldn't stand the pain and that was why he was so terrible at relationships.
For some reason I kept taking the calls, answering the messages, feeling sorry for him and doing what I could to cheer him up. What was wrong with me?? I had always been a strong person who didn't take any shit but when it came to this man I was at a loss why I kept answering his texts and why I even wanted him still in my life after all the terrible things he had done to me and so many other innocent girls. He had lied to me constantly and cheated on me and and it actually sickened me that I was being so weak.
I had never let a guy treat me like this before and I am nearly 50!
It is now a month since that morning when it all came to a head and looking back I can honestly say that I am ashamed of my behavior during that month. I have had so many moments of weakness when I allowed him back in my life, thinking we could be friends and allowing him to still treat me badly. I have been weak and pathetic and I've hated myself but I have finally had enough of being taken advantage of. I have found the strength to move on and not let him be a part of my life anymore.
It has definitely been a battle but I am confident I am winning that battle now. I have formed a bond with the other girls that we share because we have all experienced this persons bad behavior and I'm sure there are many more women out there who have experienced it too. I just feel sad for the innocent women that will fall under his spell in the future and I hope that he maybe one day he realises how many hearts he has broken before he breaks too many more. I think we all need to trust our gut instincts more and when the red flags are blinding please make sure you favourite colour isn't red!
They say everything happens for a reason and I don't really know if that is true but I have met some beautiful people through this experience who have been super supportive and have helped me find my inner strength again so I think that might just be the reason this happened, for all of us to find these beautiful friendships to support each other and get strong again.
Instagram has definitely changed my life in many good ways and has also taught me some pretty hard lessons but I will always be grateful for the friendships I have created along the way and I will definitely be a lot smarter when it comes to meeting men through social media in the future!
Katie xx
Tuesday 9 July 2019
Catch up time
Well hey there blogger world, long time no see. Yes I used to write a blog and I used to love it but for the last 3 years my life has been busy. Hella busy! Single mum, working full time with 2 teenagers kind of busy. And unfortunately writing a blog has been the last thing on my mind.
But something has happened over the past 6 months and I have really missed writing. I’ve missed communicating with you and I’ve had some situations I’ve really wanted to write about but I just found it so hard to sit down and tap it out. But I feel now is the right time. I need to find my creative juices again and I’m starting right now!
So I guess I need to start by updating you about my life since the last time I wrote when I was freshly separated and finding my way as a single mum. I own my own place and have been happily working at a golf club for 3 years. My ex husband lives 5 minutes drive away with his girlfriend who he has been seeing for over 2 years and my kids are typical teenagers, lazy, selfish and self absorbed but they are doing ok. I am still loving my photography and can be found taking photos whenever I have spare time and, I have the most amazing group of friends a girl could ever ask for. I keep busy and I’m genuinely happy on most days.
I have dipped into the online dating world and I have certainly had my fair share of male admirers but unfortunately I have still not met anyone that I have really connected with and maybe I never will. Who knows.
I have had some shitty experiences with guys including being ghosted, being lied to, being cheated on and being used just for sex and I have managed to get back up and keep going when I’ve been feeling knocked down because of all of the amazing friends I have supporting me. And I have come to the realisation that I may not ever meet anyone to spend the rest of my life with and that’s actually ok.
I had a good marriage for many years and I have 2 great kids from that marriage. I’ve been so lucky my divorce has been amicable which is so much better than many of my other friends have had and I have turned into a crazy cat lady after both my dogs Harley and Phoenix psssed away from old age.
I’m turning 50 in 3 months and although that scares the crap out of me on some days, it doesn’t even cross my mind on other days and I intend to celebrate the mile stone in a big way by going to Hawaii for 8 days later in the year!
I am looking forward to being 50 and starting the 2nd part of my life in a positive and happy way, with lots of friends and lots of photography and lots of cats! Who could ask for more!
I also promise to write more and not wait another 3 years until my next post! Fingers crossed.
Katie xx
But something has happened over the past 6 months and I have really missed writing. I’ve missed communicating with you and I’ve had some situations I’ve really wanted to write about but I just found it so hard to sit down and tap it out. But I feel now is the right time. I need to find my creative juices again and I’m starting right now!
So I guess I need to start by updating you about my life since the last time I wrote when I was freshly separated and finding my way as a single mum. I own my own place and have been happily working at a golf club for 3 years. My ex husband lives 5 minutes drive away with his girlfriend who he has been seeing for over 2 years and my kids are typical teenagers, lazy, selfish and self absorbed but they are doing ok. I am still loving my photography and can be found taking photos whenever I have spare time and, I have the most amazing group of friends a girl could ever ask for. I keep busy and I’m genuinely happy on most days.
I have dipped into the online dating world and I have certainly had my fair share of male admirers but unfortunately I have still not met anyone that I have really connected with and maybe I never will. Who knows.
I have had some shitty experiences with guys including being ghosted, being lied to, being cheated on and being used just for sex and I have managed to get back up and keep going when I’ve been feeling knocked down because of all of the amazing friends I have supporting me. And I have come to the realisation that I may not ever meet anyone to spend the rest of my life with and that’s actually ok.
I had a good marriage for many years and I have 2 great kids from that marriage. I’ve been so lucky my divorce has been amicable which is so much better than many of my other friends have had and I have turned into a crazy cat lady after both my dogs Harley and Phoenix psssed away from old age.
I’m turning 50 in 3 months and although that scares the crap out of me on some days, it doesn’t even cross my mind on other days and I intend to celebrate the mile stone in a big way by going to Hawaii for 8 days later in the year!
I am looking forward to being 50 and starting the 2nd part of my life in a positive and happy way, with lots of friends and lots of photography and lots of cats! Who could ask for more!
I also promise to write more and not wait another 3 years until my next post! Fingers crossed.
Katie xx
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