The idea for The Girl Almighty blog was formed around four years ago and it’s sat quietly in my thoughts since then. The irony is the event that has prompted me to get started has left me feeling anything but mighty.

I’m grieving the love of my life, I’m grieving because I’ll never feel his touch again, feel his strong arms around me , see his handsome face break into a smile . I’ll never again feel his kisses peppering the top of my head, his lips on mine. I’ll never be able to tell him again just how much I love him or kiss his stain birthmark and tell him how cute it is while he laughs at me. He’ll never tell me again how he wished we’d met years earlier, or that I’m his ‘little belter’, his words. He’ll never tell me again that he’s never met anyone else like me.

The pain is fierce and raw and floods over me in waves, sobbing and endless tears don’t ease the agony, then in other moments telling myself this can’t be happening, it’s torture. People tell me it will ease but it’s so hard to believe that. I’m lost and don’t know how to get through each minute knowing he’s not here.

I feel this is my punishment for being his other woman. I know people will be disgusted by this admission, but if its any consolation I’m suffering now.

I hope people realise that life isn’t black and white , it isn’t even black, grey and white. It’s so many colours and shades.

One bad action doesn’t make the whole situation bad. One bad action doesn’t make a bad person through and through. Right or wrong we loved, and I’ll always love him ❤ xx

The Girl Almighty – never perfect, always honest xx

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