I’m so looking forward to 2021… don’t get me wrong it’s going to be crazy hard. I’ve chosen happiness over my marriage. I’ve been unhappy for so long, too long. All I want is to enjoy my life again… it hasn’t been horrendous, but there is something missing. Someone to laugh with, to kiss, to enjoy. Someone to make nice dinners for and surprise with dirty weekends away. Someone that makes me happy.
I’m not saying I’ll jump into bed with the first nice guy that comes along… I might, not sure if I remember how. But I do want to start living for me. Yes I love my children. They’re awesome. They’re funny and loving and kind and bonkers. But I need to be happy too.
2021 will be filled with love. Maybe a new house… god knows what I can afford, not much. Whatever happens it will be filled with magic and romance, all of which I’m happy to provide. It’d be nice to get a little bit back from someone else at some point.
I’m not angry or bitter about my relationship ending. I’ve given it my all. I’ve given it everything. I’ve given it enough time. It’s time to move forward. It’s time to be happy.
I’m looking forward to meeting my Mr Darcy. I know he’s out there. Come and find me please!
