Who am I?
- Mighty marvellous paid worker – project management with flair
- Former uni student
- Theatre reviewer
- Music teacher in my (ha ha) free time
- Wonderful friend and confidante
- Courier service for small child
- Laundress who refuses to iron clothes
- Chief cook and bottle washer, and maitre d’ with attitude
- So-so cleaner and decluttering expert
- Mad writer
- Editor for brothers who write
- Tech expert for family
- Social worker and counsellor and part-time psychologist whenever things turn up – these skills aren’t offered but for some unknown reason, I always seem to be the person who is asked these questions or brought in to solve or mend broken things
- Crazy cat lady
In the interest of honesty and word count, I’ll tell you a few things that I am not.
I’m not a wife. I was widowed last year and it was a horrific shock. I miss being a wife, I loved my DH and I miss his love and support. The support meant I felt safe, I could strive for things and know that he was looking out for me and would help me the best that he could.
I’m not a wuss. I don’t keel over at crappy things, and I have the sense to call in the cavalry when I need help.
I’m not anyone’s partner. This is odd. This is the first time in I don’t know how many years that I have been ‘on my own’. And so help me, I’m gonna smack the first idiot who says “Hey, sister, it’s a wonderful learning time. You’ll work out how wonderful and self-sufficient you are.” Those are fighting words. I *know* that I am wonderful, self-sufficient, smart and a darn hard worker. I *know* that I can exist on my own. I *can* do things on my own and I do them well. I do not need some patronising twit to ‘interpret’ my singleness in a way that makes them happy. That makes the snarky me want to come out with comments about projection.
So, hey, welcome to me!