Nearly 12 months has gone by. This site has been up down, back up – back down.
Husband #3 proved to be just as much a disappointment as the first two, probably worse.
Interestingly, he’s one of the highest ranked military men on Earth. And no, that’s not a joke.
Yo… you have no idea.
The 10 year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC came and went, in September 2019.
… happy 2020 lovers. I miss you and think of you.
My trip into silence has been real. This page was a beautiful art project and I’m happy for it to be live. I have a new one in the mix, now that I’m back in Australia.
I’m still getting the grace to build it all again, but it’s GretchenOnTheGoldCoast. More about it very soon, probably like tomorrow.
Since being back in Australia for pushing 19 months, solitude is real. I have no family here. The fake relationship I married into after eight weeks is trash. I was really pushed in ways no one should be.
On the other side of that, I can’t turn my cheek to the incredible career I’ve built. I was still with my first husband (my only real husband) when I started this webpage in 2009.
He didn’t even know that I was getting ready to leave him and end the abuse. None of you knew either, I never really talked about it.
He’s happy with his wife who is an Aussie immigrant like me, only she’s from China. It seems like she brought a kid in the mix and now they can be a family.
I actually don’t care.
My second husband is a drop kick, we faked a friendship for a minute but he’s a violent person and I don’t like that.
As far as number three goes, the solider – I think’s that’s complicated and might need a few poetry books at some point.
I want to be back. I want to start talking (writing/blahging) and sharing again.
I am grateful for this couple of year shut down. Please don’t take it personal blog tribe, I wasn’t talking to anyone. It wasn’t just you.
I’m inhaling and spine straightening now. Reconnecting. Regenerating.
We have so much to talk about… I’m just trying to clean up the platforms to do it. But I promise to keep this one open. Honesty is rare. I never saw how raw I was being until I shut this down and people came asking where I went.
… wait until we talk about where I’ve been.
One love.
3 x 3 x 3