Driftwood: Stung

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Stung

Perpetual bee-sting, sharp, surprising stab, small shocks rippling from point of impact: my heart. Reverberating through my pain centre, sensation growing, intensifying, peaking, subsiding: in its wake, hot, throbbing hurt slowly lessens, weakens, subsides; venomous impact leaves redness, swelling,... Sign in to see full entry.

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I started this blog in 2006, round about the time my 28-year marriage was unravelling. It was difficult for all concerned, even for my ex who handled the situation about as badly as it’s possible to do. The damage is still emerging, when I least expect it. The children are adults and both now live with their father in Australia. After the divorce, the future initially looked bright. It still does, although there are a number of complications. I have a new relationship to nurture, sometimes thrown into confusion through my daughter’s negativity when she visits. I’m a member of the church choir, which is really important to me. I think I’m happy, apart from those moments of conflict and opposition that we can all do without. Time will tell. To quote William Shakespeare: O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie

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