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My husband left me…After ten years of being together (4 of which we were married) he packed his bag and was gone…

There were times when I sat on my sofa for hours at a time, looking blankly at the opposite wall, I smoked a cigarette after cigarette, I went out and made out with some random guy in a club (yes, I’m still ashamed of that). I was angry, I was depressed and I was drowning in my own sadness.

Because of my landlord’s family affairs I had to move out of the flat, sell all of my furniture and move to a small studio flat. After 10 years of being with a person that looked after me, supported me and loved me, I was by myself. I must tell you this, it wasn’t easy at the beginning. Getting rid of the furniture and our possessions was in a way therapeutic, but when the buyers came to pick it up my heart broke every time. I gave out my wedding photo albums to my husband, because it was really hard for me to look at them.

I unpacked my things and on the same day got completely hammered with my two best friends. The next day I unpacked and stayed in bed for most of the day. It was my birthday…

But don’t pity me!

After I cried my eyes out a few nights in a row and finished that pack of cigarettes I had bought earlier, I lifted myself up off my bed and decided to start living again. I went for a run. My lungs were burning but it felt so good. I wanted to run for the rest of my life. My muscles were screaming in protest, my head was buzzing, but I ran and for the first time since I came back from Asia, I felt somewhat happy – not entirely, but I was close.
I bought a travel guide on Australia and started budgeting for my next trip.
I changed my cosmetics, so the smell doesn’t remind me of him. I changed a radio station as the one I used to listen to played all the sad love songs, and I couldn’t stand it.

I then emailed, texted and called my friends and filled up every day after work with activities. I met people I hadn’t seen for a long time, went to the cinema, galleries, for drinks and dinners and lunches. I talked, cried and laughed. It felt good to be among people.

In November 2013 I left London for better climate, better food and more smiles, and moved to Chiang Mai, in northern Thailand. I teach English here.
Most of my time is filled with work and then after work parties and encountering all kinds of men, and sometimes dating. Some of my stories are funny, some are sad, but I hope they are all interesting. Enjoy reading and leave a nice comment! I am always happy to hear from people all around the world.