"Husband and I like to spend our weekends shouting, 'What did you say?!’ from another room."
On a normal day I dropped the kids at school, came home, and did all the jobs waiting for me. By the time I sat down to do any work the day was half gone, I was fed up and frustrated and had lost my motivation for doing any work on my business.
Honestly, I'm sick of it. The praise heaped on my husband for being such a super dad. When did he use his vagina to bring life to the world? When did he scoop baby puke out of his cleavage? Does he know where the kids' swimming stuff is? Or the details of their vaccination schedule?
We had just settled ourselves in the deserted garden when three chaps in football shirts piled in. To be honest they looked a little old to be wearing football shirts, but as I said don't judge a book by its cover (well, only in your head, never out loud).
Domestic Violence can happen to anyone, I know that now because it happened to me. We were living a middle classed life that from the outside was enviable. The whole time I was at war with the man I had invited in mine and my kids' lives.
Julius Malema's Instagram page is a reminder that he's just like the rest of us.
I am standing on an unsteady conveyor belt, clutching 5 crystal glasses in one hand, the other is stretched out to catch a priceless bottle of red from smashing to the floor. On my back is one child, and on my front is the other.
‘Tis the season to be brutally honest.
There’s nothing like the Christmas period for bringing up tensions, arguments and a good old family feud. And for one couple
So, to answer your question. He hasn't got cancer, because I know that's what you're assuming. He's not ill. He's just very unlucky. I'll predict your next sentence too, because 8 times out of 10 this is what people will utter in response: "Isn't he lucky to have such a lovely shaped head though? Most people couldn't carry off that look.