Save Your Kisses...

No, I really mean it. I really really do. 

Act One, Scene One. 

The Time When Your Child Becomes Your Parent

The Empty Nest Syndrome. 

Yes, yes. Many of us may eventually experience this but I somehow had managed to get rid of the husband, several hundred thousand dollars, the child and then the puppy. And did I fail to mention a good chunk of additional cash on a new outside sewerage system all within about 10 months? Yes. My life really had turned to crap. But hey, it was what I wanted, right?

But I was not too down. After all, I was still functioning. Getting up in the morning, washing, dressing, occasionally eating some limp salad thing and going to work. Me, not coping? Srsly. What people didn't see was the inner turmoil that was quickly becoming more outer as time passed. I was rapidly cloning Shirley Valentine but in a higher, more ridiculously twangy accent and not just talking to the Wall. I was basically chatting to anything inanimate that popped up around me. There was the 'fridge with its late night grunts and groans that resembled the older-more-than-middle-aged-co-exister aka the former husband, the  But perhaps the most freakishly scary moment was when the microwave started to answer me back.