Sometimes everyone needs a little breathing space. Sometimes things need to percolate and digest and be okay before one can carry on. The last post was like word vomit, it came up from the pit of my stomach having been hidden away for years, the unspoken truth about something difficult to share. It’s obvious that it needed to come out and that I feel lighter having written about it but then it left me with the dilemma, what on earth do I post about next?

I had to leave it hanging for a while, just to let the words get used to being in the ether and not hidden away eating me up from the inside out but the more I let it stew, the harder it became to put a new post up. I didn’t feel like I could pop back in here with a cheery “hello!” and a laugh a minute filled romp through my latest night out adventure with Mermaid at my side. On the flip side though I couldn’t also just leave this to stagnate, as that would be letting that man win.

The response to the last blog was difficult to deal with. It’s one thing getting it out of my system but it’s entirely another dealing with the reaction it provokes. I still haven’t brought myself to read the comments on it yet because it feels hypocritical for people to call me brave when the bravest thing to do would have been to get out of that situation and not let it rumble on.

I guess you can call this post a buffer – normal service will resume tomorrow.