Jack of All Trades, Mother of Two

Most people would look at my relationship with my ex and consider that we were on really good terms and would actually consider us friends. Is that because most ex husbands and wives hate each other and we appear to have bucked the trend or can you really be friends with an ex? We had a truly hideous break up, it was like an Eastenders plot. At eight months pregnant, I hacked my then husbands phone and found conclusive evidence of his affair. I, after the initial shock, wanted to try and work things out whereas he sat me down and told me how many different affairs he'd had. Anyway, we stumbled on through the birth of our daughter and he eventually left when she was 3 months and I gave him an ultimatum about seeing the other woman. We didn't divorce for some years. He moved in with his mum initially and would visit the girls once a week. People said to me how could I let him in the house but my reply was that the girls needed to see him so what else could I do. One was six y...

At what age do birthdays stop being exciting? It was my birthday yesterday and I’m fifty fucking two and really not that thrilled about it. The phrase one year closer to dying came to mind, Don’t get me wrong, my daughters got me lovely presents and sweet cards but at my age the magic of birthdays seems to have disappeared. I’ve been quite depressed this week which probably didn’t help much. So I decided to bunk off working and get myself out of the house. I work from home and normally spend my time chained to my laptop with only the cat for company. I can pass most days without talking to anyone until my youngest gets home from school which is not too good for my mental health. So I ran away and had a little jaunt to London. I ended up treating myself to lunch in Selfridges I went to the Elan cafe on the fourth floor which is the most glorious pink place imaginable. The food wasn’t cheap and I did feel a little guilty but it was so lovely. I also popped...

Well, here it is; my second blog. In case you’re wondering why one wasn’t enough, the other one is primarily about health (including mental health) and fitness. I found that I wanted to write about more than just that though and this seemed the easiest way. So a bit about me now. My name is Erica which I hate, I was named after my dead grandad who died 4 days before I was born. I wasn’t allowed to forget that as my mother would remind me on my birthday every year. I did actually spend several birthdays visiting his grave. I had such a fun upbringing but more of that later! I’m 51 years old (52 tomorrow so happy birthday to me!) I’m divorced with 2 kids, one is 21 and the other is 15. The youngest has learning difficulties and is a highly talented para athlete, the oldest has just graduated from university and started work. They drive me insane but they are my reason for everything I do. I work for myself. I used to be a civil servant but with my youngest needing extra help. It wa...