Reflecting On My Reflections
Making the decision to look after myself... Last week was quite a week. I experienced the whole gamut of emotions on a daily basis. In fact, I experienced the whole gamut of emotions hourly! By 4.15 on Thursday afternoon, I’d had enough, I was close to tears. I was done. I was a spent force. I wanted to stop the roundabout and get off. I wanted to scream and I was very angry inside. Whilst driving home, frustration trickled down my face... As I walked in to the house, my poor husband got the brunt of my emotional turmoil. A tirade of verbal abuse assaulted his ears - the poor man had just come home from working in London. He wanted a smile, a kiss and a cuddle. Instead, he was greeted by a rather dishevelled, red faced, Tasmanian devil. He was crestfallen: I was a fierce ball of hormonal rage! After a while, the anger faded and I morphed back to myself; his wife was back in the room...I gently bestowed a kiss on my love. Later on that evening, w...