Skyfall is where we start
A thousand miles and poles apart
When worlds collide
And days are dark
Forget 21st December, 2012. The eighth of that month was my very own Mayan apocalypse – because that’s when my husband and I separated.
Now, I like busting taboos and myths – but there are many more I cannot. The issues are too raw, too emotive, too contentious.
The only thing I can say in public is that I am focussing on myself and the children, and getting on with life as best I can. Future posts will reflect this. I am just glad I have behind me a solid support network who can help me take strong, constructive steps towards some kind of resolution, and continue my maternal responsibilities with dignity intact.
Meanwhile, in the context of the purported apocalypse – which naturally hasn’t happened, not in the sense we thought it would anyway – in the evenings I am finding a strange prescience in the lyrics of Skyfall, recited by Adele with typical honey-rich class.
Yes, worlds collide and days are dark, but at least I’m still standing.