The Campfire

Women flock to each other for emotional support, we tend and befriend. In crisis, we function better by connecting with other women, by talking things out, using them as trusted sounding boards.

Men, on the other hand, retreat to their caves, preferring to handle it alone. I have asked hubby's friends to reach out to him, however they may not have had time to meet. It's okay, he will manage this. He is a grown man, and for all I know, already have a circle of women around him giving support (as we speak).

I realise now that my real sweethearts are my children. They have been very understanding throughout this second marriage, they have banded together and took care of each other on days I spent at hubby's house tending to him. Now that I am back, I am loving the moments with them. Getting to know them again, being reminded of their joys, their endless beauty and their quirks. This is the truest purest love.

I have gotten my campfire going and the stories coming out of it are super-fabulous. What is left now is to collect my scattered wits and keep walking with confidence. Or rather, I will fake it until I make it. And make it I will. Watch this space!