So I’m 30 next month. Which is mad cos I still feel 17. Does that ever change? And whilst I’ve had a pretty full life so far I think, most of this has happened in the last 4 years. Since 2012 I have gone through a divorce, found the love of my life, moved to London, moved back from London, gained a stunning nephew, had a beautiful baby boy and finally lost my beautiful furry baby girl. I’ll try and keep this upbeat so do bear with me, although for the record, really fucking not ok but trying very hard to be. I deserve a fucking Oscar I think.
I’m not the type of person who is always thinking that the grass is greener on the side, I think if I’m not happy with something I tend to change it. It took me a while with my marriage but after dealing with leaving I would never stay in a situation that made me unhappy again. I’m very lucky to have an awesome dude now who makes me very happy. But I gush about him enough so I’ll leave that there.
Apart from the obvious I’m pretty happy with my life overall. I’d like to be a bit thinner, maybe have a job soon, our own house and money is always helpful. But it could be worse. I certainly have the basics covered. And I think that’s the main thing I’ve learnt; that as long as you are with the ones you love then that’s it. My home is/was Pete, Frankie and Maggie. My new reality is obviously my boys and we are coming to terms with it but as long as we have each other then it’s all good. I also have an amazing family who are my support network, I’m just a bit crap without them.
The Beatles were right, love really is all you need.