Driftwood: Over the Border

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Monday, June 2, 2008

Over the Border

In forty-eight hours you change; so fast, So low. Cheery when I call you Before breakfast, busy and have to go; I understand, baby. I'm busy too. Talk later. Only we don't. You won't. I see. Something is up, I can tell. Talk tomorrow, If you'd like. Busy tomorrow. I see. What did the doctor tell... 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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