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Broken.

When I was born, I had so many beautiful things. They were precious, special, just for me. But someone kept breaking them. I thought she would help me look after them, but instead she dropped them, smashed them, kicked them away. The more I asked her to stop, the more she seemed to relish taking them away from me. Even though I tried to understand that she was sad, as people had broken all that was special and precious to her; it was so hard to live…

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All By Myself.

This post is for the Blog Exchange “Blog like nobody’s reading” prompt. Nine weeks ago I broke my foot. Which is pretty crappy in itself. The worst part though? It’s made me realise how alone I am. That I literally have no one I can ask for help. Of course my husband is fantastic, but he works long hours. My mother-in-law has been wonderful, driving me to appointments when she can, but she works also. So that’s it. For nine weeks I’ve…

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The Truth Hurts.

{Originally published 18/07/11 on thehesitanthousewife.blogspot.com} My mother and I have a very difficult relationship. One of the things I struggle with the most, as an adult, is when mum wants to talk to me about ‘how I make her feel’. Always, she wants me to listen, as she tells me all the things I do wrong by her. That I judge her. That I don’t support her. What a bad daughter I’ve been. A big reason why I don’t want to…

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What happens in Shepparton, stays in Shepparton. (Unless you have a blog!)

“A bosom friend–an intimate friend, you know–a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.” ~ Anne Shirley, “Anne of Green Gables”. As I’ve gotten older, it has become more and more difficult to make new friends. In fact, since I became a mother, then a mother of a child with additional needs, it seems the friends I did have, have drifted away. I met Sonja at the early intervention centre that Milla attends, last year. She has a…

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What I would say.

Dear teenage self, Right now, you are in such a hurry to grow up. You think that life will be so much easier when you are an adult and can make your own choices and decisions. Turns out making the right choices and decisions is a lot harder than you can imagine. You do eventually get it right, but not until after you make a whole lot of bad ones. I want you to stop and try and work out…

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Suspending Reality.

You would think at 33 years old, and having lived the life I’ve lived, I would have more of a grasp on reality, and grown out of childish fantasies. You would think. Confession- I regularly ‘cyber stalk’ my ‘fathers’; both step and birth father. I wonder about them. I wonder what they are doing, where they are living, if they are even still alive. To cut a long story short, I tracked down my cousins wife (from my birth fathers…

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Abuse Doesn’t Always Leave A Mark.

Once upon a time, there was a fairytale wedding. The bride wore a beautiful long white dress, with a veil over face. She walked down the aisle of a quaint blue-stone church and was married by a man of God.  The wedding was celebrated with a grand reception in a heritage listed building, filled with candles and fairy lights. And the happy couple lived happily ever after. Except they didn’t. The bride had married a man who had emotionally and…

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Disposable Daughter.

I miss having a father. My mum and biological father split up when I was two. Although we had contact on and off again over the years, we were never close. We lost contact altogether a few years ago. My mother married my stepfather when I was four. Old enough to know better, yet I always thought he was my ‘dad’. I took his last name, (though not legally till I was 16), I called him ‘Dad’. He was, and…

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The Yin To My Yang.

Todays prompt is to publicly profess your love and devotion for one of your blogger friends. I read a lot of blogs. A LOT. I admire and respect so many different bloggers. Yet this prompt has been the easiest one yet. Because there is only one person that I think of as a friend before a blogger. Don’t get me wrong, Lisa from Two Point Five Kids is an awesome blogger. But I don’t think of her as one of…

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Wise Words From Dr Seuss.

Todays prompt is “Favourite quote”.  I am a big fan of Dr Seuss. Admittedly his books come across slightly acid induced, but children don’t notice that! I remember growing up with Dr Seuss books, my Nanny had a huge collection of them, and we would read them together whenever I visited. Now, as an adult, I love Dr Seuss for his awesome quotes. Seriously, if you haven’t already, google them. The man is a genius. I love so many of…

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