Ever since i moved to my oh so lovely 3 bed home in leafy well healed suburb, I have fely unnerved unhappy and alone.... I lived in my last flat for 10 years and wow I had some great times there. I had lots of lovely boyfriends all good men, not to mention great flat mates good jobs, and saw lots of my friends all the time. Lots of good times and happy memories.
As soon as I moved to this house, things were bad! I split with the father of my son, whom I loved dearly and still makes me laugh to this day! There have been ghosts, gossips, bad mouthing, misunderstandings, family upheavals, my son has been bullied, crap jobs, and very bad men headed my way.... its got to the point now where i just dont want to date now as they are all so wrong for me. But my lovely little boy wants a proper family. and its the one thing that seems impossible at the moment.
So i think it is time to move, even though selling up would not be the best thing to do now.... I need to live somewhere I Love.
I think what prompted this was I have been away at the weekend, and when we got home I felt depressed. Its a gloomy house..
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago