Parental Alienation No More: The Truth About Reconnecting With Your Children

It was as if Christmas, Easter and his birthday had all come at once when my husband, Rhys, was reunited with his long alienated adult children. The cherished dream had finally come true. Family. Together once again as family should be.

But that dream is rapidly turning into a nightmare. This is Rhys' story but it's also the story of anyone reunited with alienated children so they are forewarned about the pitfalls, pain and drama, drama, drama.


Retroactive Jealousy: The Virgin’s Bane

Maybe I was a unicorn or maybe I was a victim. All I know is that my closest male relative was obsessed with virginity, in particular, mine. If he couldn't have it (if he hadn't already when I was a tiny defenceless child), then no one else could have my virginity either but he was too clever to admit it.

Instead, he masked his incestuous tendencies in a guise of religion and morality. Terrified by his tales of STIs, unplanned pregnancies, single motherhood, poverty and being 'damaged goods', I held to my virginity, mostly out of fear of all the dangers he blathered on about and terror of displeasing him.


Men, Sex and Love: They’re not all ‘Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’

Sex Ed, for me, consisted of one recurring theme. It can be summed up like this:
All men are horny bastards that'll shag pretty much anyone.
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.
For them, sex has no meaning, no emotion.
Women don't want sex but give in to it to get love.
Men pretend to love merely so they can get sex.
When they can't get sex, they wank,
fantasising they're shagging this or that porn star.
All men are horny bastards.

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Parental Alienation: Time Reveals the Truth and Heals the Wound

If you had told me, five years ago, that my alienated step-children would 'come round' I would've enquired what you were smoking. The hate was so tangible you could almost taste it. Yet now, the unimaginable has happened. My step-children, who were wracked with anger and spewing insults at their father, Rhys, and me are changing their tunes. Reaching out. Craving contact.

They can finally see who is the villain...and who is not.


God Loves ‘Fat’ People Too!

My first mistake was expecting medical care from my GP. But it'd been so long since I'd gone in for a check-up that I figured my sore throat, fever and sniffles merited a visit to the local clinic. An hour later, I emerged no healthier in body and much sicker in mind.


Caregiver No Longer Needed: What Now?

Let's take the best case scenario. You're no longer a caregiver because your loved one has gotten better. They've turned the corner and are on the mend destined for health and independence once more. Of course you're thrilled for them. All your careful nursing has been rewarded.

But what about you? What happens when you're abruptly bounced out of the role of caregiver and back into so-called normal life?


Feeding Your Romance!

'Feed the bitch!' a voice screamed over the phone to American chef Anthony Bourdain. Most of us would've slammed down the receiver and muttered something about 'bloody kids' under our breath, but Tony knew exactly who was calling and what 'Feed the bitch' meant.