Truthfully, my heart felt raw, as if it were beating outside of my body. My grief felt so vulnerable, so scraped and skinned and gaping, that privacy was all I could fathom to deal with it.
Heartbreak. Tears. A breakup you never saw coming.
Do you remember it? The moment your heart was shattered into a million pieces?
No matter how many or how few years anyone has been married, the word “refresh” always sounds appealing.
I grew up with Ashley (not her real name) and we attended the same schools. We talked a lot about relationships when we were younger and the kind of married life we hoped for.
Three years ago, l entered a dry season. Up till then, l had been a private school teacher for 14 years; l had worked 75 hours a week, including on the weekends and during school holidays.