I had a horrible first marriage. My ex-wife, a narcissist, was emotionally abusive to my children and to me. At times she was physically abusive. At one time she was issued an AVO (Apprehended Violence Order) for hitting my son. My children were emotional wrecks. Suffering anxiety and depression. My ex-wife was / is controlling.

My only way out for my children and me was to get a divorce. What a torrid time that was. …


A Fictional Account Of What Is Really Going On

Donald walks into a bar and low and behold who does he see? Nancy of course. She’s crying uncontrollably, comforted by Shifty or whatever his name is.

Who started this whole sham? Was it Nancy or Shifty. It doesn’t matter. Either way it’s a fine mess they’ve got themselves and this country in to.

Donald — “So Shifty, I see you finally got your girl.”

Shifty — “What do you mean?”

Donald — “You know very well and don’t deny it. You knew all along that Nancy had a thing for…


I recently saw the above post on Facebook, shared by my Mother who no doubt dreamed of days gone by.

The church service is over. Everyone greets each other outside. Then slowly, one by one the old cars exit the grounds on to the old dusty roads. Some back to their homes. Others head out of town.

We turn left. Out of town. Four children huddled in the back. No seat-belts. The fifth sitting on the bench seat in front between Mother and Father.

Father, his elbow resting on an open window smoking Marlboro’s. Cigarette ash blowing into the children’s…


It’s easy. Change the narrative.

For those of you that are following me and have read my posts “Why I chose to f*ck it in Phuket” , “I’ve had enough of being Mr Nice guy” and “I’m resentful and I don’g give a f*ck” you’ve probably gathered there is a pretty common theme.

Resentment. That nasty debilitating cancer that feeds on itself and eats away at you. It will KILL YOU.

It consumes your thoughts as you go to sleep at night and when you wake up in the morning.

Everything that the perpetrator says, does or doesn’t do fuels that burning fire within you.


A man got home one night and as his wife served dinner, he held her hand and said.

I want a divorce.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by his words. Instead, she softly asked him, “Why?”.

He avoided the question and this made her upset. So he admitted that he was having an affair with a woman at work and that he was no longer in love with her.

The next day, with a deep sense of guilt, he drafted a divorce agreement stating that she could keep the house, the car, and a 30% share of his company.


So, you may recall that in I’ve Had Enough Of Being Mr Nice Guy I vowed to take control of ‘the situation’. I wasn’t going to put up with any of that religious sh!t being spruiked in my house. I was jack of being ‘The Nice Guy’ that pays all the bills, pays for holidays whilst my twenty-four year old step-daughter complains about internet speed, eats my food, plays her ‘born-again christian’ music, doesn’t study, doesn’t work and thinks she is a prophet.

Well I have to say that my rant felt awesome and those Gin and Tonics by the…


Every Friday I tune in to my local radio station as I drive home from work and listen to “Changing Tracks”. Personal tales charting a turning point in someone’s life with a song to match.

In Melbourne for a convention back in July 1997, I was looking forward to a chance to communicate with others, I had no idea what was awaiting me. As I was checking in, this young lady greeted me in a smart blue business suit, with the most amazing blue eyes and a smile. …


You may recall that in Why I Chose To F**ck It In Phuket one of the main catalysts for my distress was the “on the morning of departure” decision by my brother and his wife to no longer join us, even though I had already paid for all the flights and accommodation!

Well, I have a confession. It wasn’t my brother and his wife. It was my step-daughter. Yep, the lazy pouty-mouthed messiah that walks around in Amish style linen clothes and head-dress I mentioned in I’ve Had Enough Of Being Mr Nice Guy.

I chose to change the names…


Man wiping his tears — Tom Pumford Unsplash

Every Friday I tune in to my local radio station as I drive home from work and listen to “Changing Tracks”. Personal tales charting a turning point in someone’s life with a song to match.

It was December 1994; I had just turned thirty and was on the other side of a very toxic relationship the year before. I had no desire to start up a fresh one, only enjoy the freedom and the room of being on my own.

A work colleague invited me to her birthday party. I thought it would be refreshing to meet some new people…


“There are no limits to what you can accomplish” other than those that society places on you!

“You will find that there are no limits to what you can accomplish except for the limits you place on your own imagination. And since there are no limits to what you can imagine, there are no limits to what you can achieve.” — Brian Tracy

This is a nice theoretical quote when it is considered in isolation of all the limits that are placed on us by governments, corporations, relationships and the like.

Think about all the limits that you encounter on…

C’est La Vie

Writing About Life. Real Life. Real Perspectives. Real Events.

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