Everybody lies. Everybody has secrets. Even you, even me. It’s a wonder we trust anyone at all.
It’s always amazing to me how much a person can lie to you to keep you around but once they are finished with you, they suddenly become agents of truth.
Lie: I love you.
Truth: I hate you.
Lie: I can’t ever live without you.
Truth: I can’t wait to be far away from you.
Lie: You are so beautiful.
Truth: I am no longer attractive to you.
This blog started out as our adventures when we moved to Europe in December 2009 and has now been up-cycled to be the mutterings of a suddenly single 50-something, sometimes jaded, sometimes drunk, sometimes happy, sometimes content, sometimes reflective but all the times human being trying to deal with what life has handed her.
Sometimes this will be brutal honesty, sometimes you will cry, sometimes you will smile, sometimes you’ll laugh out loud. But I’m done with the lies and liars, so I promise you this – it will always come from a place of sincere, heartfelt truth.
In a divorce there are three truths; his truth, her truth and the truth.
I am not going to rehash what happened, what is or what will happen. That doesn’t help anything or anyone, so please don’t ask. If I feel there is some news that is important for you to know, I will be sure to share it with you. Besides, it’s only my truth and you would only be getting 1/3 of the truth, hardly enough to form a complete picture.
And with that, on with the show. Come on, hold my hand and join me on this fabulous adventure.
Glad you are here, and that’s the truth. 🙂