Menopause Monologue.

There are two versions of Jenny.

In the bright corner, we have the happy, positive, optimistic lady. Let’s call her Smeagol.
In the drab corner is the enraged, crumbling, volcanic mess. We shall call this one Gollum.

From one day to the next, we do not know which Jenny will show up. Most occasions, Smeagol is the first one to appear, but without warning, Smeagol can turn into Gollum at any given moment.Read More »

So You Win Again Mum.

My Mom broke the ‘Young single mother’ stereotype when she had me. Just turned 17 and she is a Mom. Not that uncommon in the 70s to become a mum.

  • Was she single? Yes.
  • Were we poor? Yes.
  • Was my young Mom a pushover? No.

I did not realise what my mom was doing back then, and I hated her for it.
I thought my mom was evil and mean. I remember saying to my teenage friends ‘‘She hates me. It is not my fault she had me. It’s not fair.’
My Mother was very strict with me. And this was not uncommon in her circle of young mum friends. But what did she do to me that was so bad? She taught me about money. Not how to make money, but how to appreciate and budget. I can hear you all saying ”What a B**ch!” I thought so too.Read More »

What I Wish I’d Known Before Becoming a Mother.

I Never Wanted to be a Mother.

I saw motherhood as a restriction. In a cage like a bird, trapped. People asked ”Why don’t you have children?” It wasn’t good enough to say ‘‘I don’t want any.” Their faces changed to an expression of confusion. So my explanations would have to be more in-depth. I had loads of reasons why I didn’t want children. I loved my freedom, and I travelled when I wanted to. All my money was my own, and I worked hard. Read More »