I miss telling you things.
I miss sharing stupid comments with you.
I miss your pointless chitter chatter about nothing.
I miss your soul in my life.
I miss telling you things.
I could hear the pitter patter of my children’s feet running around and their laughter filling the air. Such a divine moment, I could feel peacefulness wrapping itself all around me.
I spent the entire weekend with my ex and his new wife. My children had the best time ever, and it was even fun for me and my wife. Now I’m not saying it was easy, but I also knew this weekend wasn’t about me, it was about my children. Allowing them to make memories with their father and seeing us successfully co parent together again. Heal your mind, body and soul, so your children don’t have to heal from you.
I remember being made to feel an outsider as I did not fit the mould of what a boy in a PE class “should” be. I was skinny, weak, effeminate, sexually confused and hated being made the centre of attention.
Coming home from a failed marriage is better than coming home in a coffin.
I had created some form of odd ‘anti-identity’. I didn’t define myself by who I was, I did so by proclaiming who I wasn’t!
I’ve been fat since I was a child. I’ve joined weight loss groups, tried fad diets, and been stuck in a cycle of restriction and binging. The latter led to unhealthy relationships with food and bulimia. None of those things made me thin, and they certainly didn’t make me healthy. Most importantly, they made me unhappy. Only when I began to accept myself, as fat, did I begin to find happiness.
For years he told me I was worthless. For years he beat me down and made sure I hated myself. For years he told me I’d never amount to anything. Healing after years of abuse is one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through.
36 years, a global pandemic, and three national lockdowns later – and I’ve learned I bloody LOVE the LGBTQ+ community!
Two weeks before lockdown, I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. It was his way of rejecting me for coming out as non-binary. Being on furlough gave me too much time to sit in my pain. I later lost my job, and then lost my last lifeline through my group exercise income. I’ve been unemployed for five months, and lost £7,000 on my apartment. LGBTQ Wellness.co has been built from so much pain. Yet, I have created something so beautiful and healing, and I am so proud.
People used to tell me life was over when you were 30. It isn’t over, it’s just different. I’m distinctly wiser, and far more confident.
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