I still have some holiday posts to go up, but I feel like I haven't done a chest-baring post for a while. One that lets you all know what really went on under the surface of the happy holiday-making.
So here goes, my happy ever after almost ended in Madrid. He left me in the streets because we were fighting. Something really good happened in my career path just before I left you see, and I begged the question to Mr.HEA, if my career was to go places, would he give up UK and come back for me. And he never answered the question. I mean, he said he would, but I knew it wasn't what his heart wanted.
So, I prayed a prayer in Barcelona. At Gaudi's beautiful cathedral, I got on my knees in the pews and sought God's guidance, and I remembered the second reading we chose in our wedding ceremony. I chose it actually, in case you start thinking badly of Mr HEA, but I chose Ephesians 5's way on marriage, because I do believe in the teachings of Christ and that if we tried our best to follow Christ's framework of love, it would all work. And I knew it would need to serve as a reminder for us for the rest of our married life, because I was so strong-willed, I would find it hard to submit.
Anyways, Mr HEA and I talked it through that night. It was the beginning of many conversations. And my thoughts of leaving him dimmed because I wasn't about to make a life choice that goes against the value system that I had built for myself. After all, I have a path to walk and I wish to walk that with integrity; part of that was always to fulfill my role as a good Wife. I had fundamentally always dreamed of being that one day. And almost two years ago, I deemed Mr.HEA as the One when we walked down that aisle together as Husband and Wife.
I am happy now. It's funny how the world becomes less harsh when you stop going against the tide. I am more at peace now and Mr.HEA seems supportive and loving once more, instead of that torn man he was when I first realised I had to let him go to London, the one he reverted to once again when I begged him to come back for me.
I was the only thing left in Sydney that he loved (vice versa, he was the only thing in UK that I loved). He wanted me to want to join him because we missed living with each other so much. We had forgotten how to live with each other being apart for six months, and that scared us so.
So, I took steps to revisit getting that visa to go over. Steps we postponed in February this year because we hoped another route would come through, but we were at the mercy of a big corporate and all their politics. That' always a horrible place to be. I made the choice to take it into our own hands instead and chose the route that we knew was risky but yielded quicker results. I think I will be there to join him soon. Well, there's hope anyways. Perhaps October? In time for our second year anniversary if the stars could align that way, but in any case, it'll be before this year is over I guess.
I've strung you along for quite a read now, when all I really wanted to share was the article below that I found on Facebook, words of Wisdom from a married man's perspective. If you don't mind reading further, please do, the teachings are beautiful.
I used to think I had my stuff together. Then I got married.
Marriage is great—but it rocked everything I knew. I quickly realized my basic goal in life, prior to getting married, was to simply remain undisturbed.
This “disruption” came suddenly and was disguised as a 5-foot-nothing Swedish-Filipino woman. When I decided I’d rather not live without her, I proceeded to ask her to marry me—that is, to officially invite someone who wasn’t me to be in my personal space for the rest of my life.
This decision introduced my most significant experiences and most challenging experiences—none of which I would trade for the world.
However, I wish I’d had a bit more insight on the front end of our marriage to help me navigate it all.
According to most research, more than 50 percent of people who say “I do” will not be sleeping in the same bed eight years from now. And though Scripture alludes to the fact that adultery and abuse may be reasons individuals might end a marriage, I’d be willing to bet that most challenges experienced in marriage are the result of unawareness. Most people—myself included—jump into marriage with suitcases full of misconceptions and bad theology, entirely unaware of the unique beauty and paradoxical intentions of marriage.
Although happiness is often a very real byproduct of a healthy relationship, marriage has a far more significant purpose in sight.
The following are three thoughts on marriage that friends and mentors have shared with me. I remind myself of them often in hopes of keeping this anomaly called marriage both enjoyable and healthy.
1. Marriage is not about living happily ever after.
Here’s the truth: I get annoyed at my wife. But this is more a reflection of me than her.
I’m intensely certain that nothing in life has ever made me more angry, frustrated or annoyed than my wife. Inevitably, just when I think I’ve given all I can possibly give, she somehow finds a way to ask for more.
The worst part of it all is that her demands aren’t unreasonable. One day she expects me to stay emotionally engaged. The next, she's looking for me to validate the way that she feels. The list goes on—but never ventures far from things she perfectly well deserves as a wife.
Unfortunately for her, deserving or not, her needs often compete with my self-focus. I know it shouldn’t be this way, but I am selfish and stubborn and, overall, human.
I once read a book that alluded to the idea that marriage is the fire of life—that somehow it’s designed to refine all our dysfunction and spur us into progressive wholeness. In this light, contrary to popular opinion, the goal of marriage is not happiness. And although happiness is often a very real byproduct of a healthy relationship, marriage has a far more significant purpose in sight. It is designed to pull dysfunction to the surface of our lives, set it on fire and help us grow.
When we’re willing to see it this way, then the points of friction in our marriages quickly become gifts that consistently invite us into a more whole and fulfilling experience of life.
2. The more you give to marriage, the more it gives back.
Over the past year, a few friends and I have had an open conversation about the highs and lows of marriage—specifically how to make the most of the high times and avoid the low ones. Along the way, we happened upon a derailing hypothesis that goes something like this: If one makes their husband or wife priority number one, all other areas of life benefit.
When we return marriage to its rightful place in our priorities, it can quickly turn into the greatest asset to every other layer of our lives.
It’s a disorienting claim. Disorienting, because it protests my deeper persuasion that success as an entrepreneur, or any professional, requires that career takes the throne of my priorities and remain there for, at the very least, a couple of years.
However, seeing that my recent pattern of caring about work over marriage had produced little more than paying bills and a miserable wife, I figured giving the philosophy a test drive couldn’t hurt.
For 31 days, I intentionally put my wife first over everything else, and then I tracked how it worked. I created a metric for these purposes, to mark our relationship as priority, and then my effectiveness in all other areas of my life on the same scale, including career productivity and general quality of life.
To my surprise, a month later, I had a chart of data and a handful of ironic experiences to prove that the more you give to marriage, the more it gives back.
Notably, on the days my wife genuinely felt valued, I observed her advocating for me to invest deeply in to my work. She no longer saw our relationship and my career pursuits as competitors for my attention, and as she partnered with me in my career, I have experienced the benefits of having the closest person in my life champion me.
Of course, marriage requires sacrifice. And sometimes it will feel as if it takes and takes. However, when we return marriage to its rightful place in our priorities, it can quickly turn from something we have to maintain and sacrifice for into the greatest asset to every other layer of our lives.
3. Marriage can change the world.
John Medina, the author of Brain Rules and a Christian biologist, is often approached by men looking for the silver bullet of fathering. In one way or another, they all come around to asking, “What’s the most important thing I can do as a father?”
Medina's answer alludes to a surprising truth.
In my previously mentioned experiment, I measured the effect that making my marriage priority number one had on different areas of my life. One of those areas was my 16-month-old son’s behavior.
What I found in simply charting my observations was that the majority of the time, my child’s behavior was directly affected by the level of intention I invested in my marriage.
Re-enter John Medina, the Christian biologist. After years of biological research and several books on parenting conclusions, what is his answer to the question, “What’s the most important thing I can do as a father”?
“Go home and love your wife.”
Gary Ezzo and Robert Bucknam, the authors of Babywise, say it this way: “A healthy marriage creates an infused stability within the family and a haven of security for a child in their development process.” They go on to sum up their years of research by saying, “In the end, great marriages produce great parents.”
The point is that marriage has a higher goal than to make two people happy or even whole. Yes, the investment we make into our marriage pays dividends for us. But, concluded by Medina and his colleagues, the same investment also has significant implications for our family, our community and eventually our culture.
So men, women, the next time you find yourself dreaming about living significantly or succeeding in your career or being a better parent than yours were to you, do the world a favor: Go home and love your wife. Go home and and love your husband.
Admin Khuy
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Saturday, 20 July 2013
Saturday, 9 March 2013
Woman
How did you spend International Women's day? I worked at Hunter Valley. Ironically the people I worked with yesterday were all successful females in their own rights and we spent a lot of time talking about working as a woman.
One built a successful business and had four kids but was coping with her second divorce with four kids.
One other was a meek young Director who was working in a man's world and had to learn the art and science of the profession and make it her own world
Another was just trying to build her networks in her career and was grappling with the scenario of whether having drinks with a male client was appropriate networking and how could she handle that situation without losing the client but not overstepping the line.
Things seem so much harder in the corporate world for women. The lady in the first story was being judged for her marriage falling apart because she prioritised her business, How could she be so unfair to her kids, putting them through another divorce? The woman in the last story was not sure whether the scenario would be any different if she was a man. Whether she was reading too much into it, after all they were both married, and worried that the deal might fall through if she didn't agree to the drinks.
All with a variety of career paths but yet each struggling to find their own way and make their way through the world embracing their femininity. Just a lot to reflect upon really as to how far women have come in society, but yet how much further we had to go. How apt to wrap the night up watching SATC 2 on Gem. How many stages of my life have I aligned to these four women and found relatable scenes and quotes from the series/ movies? Did you remember when the four of them stood on the stage and belted out "I am woman Hear me roar"?

The last time I watched it I related to different things, having been just married and was nesting, I related to 'cheating on fashion with furniture' and also I related to the fear of losing the sparkle a lot more then. But this time around, the question of distance between a couple and how no one else looking in could ever really understand the relationship as those that were in it, hit close to the heart.
Scene in the movie where Carrie speaks with her butler who's warming her milk:
- It is fine. She is in India.
- Oh.
-I will see her in one month. I'm afraid if I apologize then, it will hardly make sense.
-So you work here and you travel back and forth?
-Yes. Every three months, when I have a break in work and can afford the plane fare.
- Isn't that hard?
- What, miss?
- Just, you know, being married and spending all that time apart.
-Time does not matter. When we see each other, each time, it is very wonderful. I'm a lucky man.
So with that, I happily ended International Women's day knowing that I will be fine. I am strong enough to get through it all, that others have gone before me and have survived. I have everything ( man, career, girlfriends) that defines me now and will eventually have those which will define my future. As long as I never stop believing in myself and never stop losing focus of who I am. A woman.
One built a successful business and had four kids but was coping with her second divorce with four kids.
One other was a meek young Director who was working in a man's world and had to learn the art and science of the profession and make it her own world
Another was just trying to build her networks in her career and was grappling with the scenario of whether having drinks with a male client was appropriate networking and how could she handle that situation without losing the client but not overstepping the line.
Things seem so much harder in the corporate world for women. The lady in the first story was being judged for her marriage falling apart because she prioritised her business, How could she be so unfair to her kids, putting them through another divorce? The woman in the last story was not sure whether the scenario would be any different if she was a man. Whether she was reading too much into it, after all they were both married, and worried that the deal might fall through if she didn't agree to the drinks.
All with a variety of career paths but yet each struggling to find their own way and make their way through the world embracing their femininity. Just a lot to reflect upon really as to how far women have come in society, but yet how much further we had to go. How apt to wrap the night up watching SATC 2 on Gem. How many stages of my life have I aligned to these four women and found relatable scenes and quotes from the series/ movies? Did you remember when the four of them stood on the stage and belted out "I am woman Hear me roar"?

The last time I watched it I related to different things, having been just married and was nesting, I related to 'cheating on fashion with furniture' and also I related to the fear of losing the sparkle a lot more then. But this time around, the question of distance between a couple and how no one else looking in could ever really understand the relationship as those that were in it, hit close to the heart.
Scene in the movie where Carrie speaks with her butler who's warming her milk:
- It is fine. She is in India.
- Oh.
-I will see her in one month. I'm afraid if I apologize then, it will hardly make sense.
-So you work here and you travel back and forth?
-Yes. Every three months, when I have a break in work and can afford the plane fare.
- Isn't that hard?
- What, miss?
- Just, you know, being married and spending all that time apart.
-Time does not matter. When we see each other, each time, it is very wonderful. I'm a lucky man.
So with that, I happily ended International Women's day knowing that I will be fine. I am strong enough to get through it all, that others have gone before me and have survived. I have everything ( man, career, girlfriends) that defines me now and will eventually have those which will define my future. As long as I never stop believing in myself and never stop losing focus of who I am. A woman.
Friday, 21 December 2012
London so far
I hit the ground running here on Saturday morning. Before I proceed any further I just wanted to make a public service announcement to anyone transiting at Bangkok airport. Please do find the time if you can to walk the half hour walk to the beginning of Concourse A on Level 3. For 1200 Thai Baht which is about AUD40-ish, I got the most relaxing aromatherapy 1 hour massage at Chang foot Massage and Spa, just what the doctor ordered for those stiff muscles from sitting 8 hours on a plane and lugging around heavy hand luggage.
I even got to shower as part of the package and this is a boon given I faced another 15 hour flight on that second leg to London. This made sleeping on the ride much easier and arriving the next morning to greet a husband that one hasn't seen for a few months, a less harrowing experience.
Now onto the good stuff, I came up with the brilliant idea of going to the Portobello markets as soon as I've dumped my bags at the Mr's house. I needed to keep awake all day otherwise I surely would have fallen into the dangers of jetlag.
Trawling the vintage jewellery stores, I stumbled upon these for GBP45 which is a decent find I tell myself as it is a classic design and can never go out of fashion.
We also bought some delectable berries from the markets, even though strawberries aren't in season anymore which was why they were so tiny and sweet.
We went on from the Markets to Shepherd Bush where I was confronted by a Westfield that reminds me of the Bondi Junction Westfield. That thought is quickly forgotten though as I had approximately 1 hour to conduct any shopping I needed to complete my outfit. I had packed inappropriately for the weather of course and brought 30 denier stockings or something ridiculous like that. To Marks & Spencer's we go and I didn't stop at just stockings, I changed out of my gum boots to these:

GBP 29.50 from M&S!
The evening was spent at the Roux at Landau, a fabulous restaurant of which I shall do a further post on, but I was too tired to really partake respectfully of the meal.
It was the end of the day and I had barely slept, the effects of the massage completely worn off by then, I bade the crew at the restaurant an early mark for the night and Mr.HEA navigated me through the late night shoppers on Regent Place back to our home in Fulham.
I loved waking up with Mr.HEA on Sunday morning. It was like playing house, he takes me to his local Waitrose where we buy these organic groceries and proceed to make ourselves a nice breakfast, much like we used to do on the weekends back home.
This was our only Sunday left together in London. We had a quiet one, cooked breakfast and dinner and ironed shirts. We only ducked out briefly to replenish again my poorly packed wardrobe. You would have seen my exclaim of delight at H&M when I stumbled upon a rack of 50% off leftover Martin Maison Margiela collaboration pieces.
These 100% wool trousers will be super warm and trendy for London Winter. Score, score and score!
I have a couple of other posts I'd do separately from these ones. These are just the musing posts that I record the daily activities with. London's too exciting to be couped up at home blogging. Plus I have Chanel bag mule shopping to attend to. *wink*
Really loving the bag tag that they are giving out this season at Chanel!
P.S. I don't know why the blog republished this old post from last week. OR the week before. Note the date though, perhaps the world is going to end today if random things like these keep happening!
I even got to shower as part of the package and this is a boon given I faced another 15 hour flight on that second leg to London. This made sleeping on the ride much easier and arriving the next morning to greet a husband that one hasn't seen for a few months, a less harrowing experience.
Now onto the good stuff, I came up with the brilliant idea of going to the Portobello markets as soon as I've dumped my bags at the Mr's house. I needed to keep awake all day otherwise I surely would have fallen into the dangers of jetlag.
Trawling the vintage jewellery stores, I stumbled upon these for GBP45 which is a decent find I tell myself as it is a classic design and can never go out of fashion.

It was the end of the day and I had barely slept, the effects of the massage completely worn off by then, I bade the crew at the restaurant an early mark for the night and Mr.HEA navigated me through the late night shoppers on Regent Place back to our home in Fulham.
This was our only Sunday left together in London. We had a quiet one, cooked breakfast and dinner and ironed shirts. We only ducked out briefly to replenish again my poorly packed wardrobe. You would have seen my exclaim of delight at H&M when I stumbled upon a rack of 50% off leftover Martin Maison Margiela collaboration pieces.
These 100% wool trousers will be super warm and trendy for London Winter. Score, score and score!
I have a couple of other posts I'd do separately from these ones. These are just the musing posts that I record the daily activities with. London's too exciting to be couped up at home blogging. Plus I have Chanel bag mule shopping to attend to. *wink*
Really loving the bag tag that they are giving out this season at Chanel!
P.S. I don't know why the blog republished this old post from last week. OR the week before. Note the date though, perhaps the world is going to end today if random things like these keep happening!
Friday, 7 December 2012
Married but single
I am going off on my trip to see Mr. HEA soon. A trip I approached with trepidation.
Maybe I ought to change my blog name, or maybe I am still in search of my happy ever afters. It didnt appear upon marriage like the fairytales promise. Truth is, Mr. HEA's path to happiness right now is mutually exclusive from mine.

I have always loved Sydney and this chance to find my own life in Sydney again and rebuild it anew as a married but single person, it was really a good way to live out the single girl in me that I never properly heralded out before we married.
Who says Sydney lacks in any way the amount of things to do? I have always loved this city what with the random promotions and festivals. Remember that time when Martin place was transformed into a massive nail parlor?

Or when Lego pieces were strewn around?

And when they brought Orange out to Sydney and also had Art and about installations all for free.
Nothing beats these lovely surprises and the gorgeous landscapes made even more beautiful with the perpetual sunshine

I haven't even mentioned the new speakeasy bars that have infiltrated our social scene giving us just a tad more variety than we used to have. Or the good selection of good quality food that's readily available. All has made it worthwhile that I stayed behind.
I won't lie. This distance has taken me to some rather dark moments this year that I ain't proud of. I pray I figure out what is my new path in the next six months and I hope it aligns with his.
Until then, I bid lovely Sydney 2012 adieu and will be trying out London for a while.
P. s . Thank you all my well wishers and friends and followers for being so supportive and patient with my cynicism and rants. It's been easier just knowing you all care.
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Maybe I ought to change my blog name, or maybe I am still in search of my happy ever afters. It didnt appear upon marriage like the fairytales promise. Truth is, Mr. HEA's path to happiness right now is mutually exclusive from mine.

I have always loved Sydney and this chance to find my own life in Sydney again and rebuild it anew as a married but single person, it was really a good way to live out the single girl in me that I never properly heralded out before we married.
Who says Sydney lacks in any way the amount of things to do? I have always loved this city what with the random promotions and festivals. Remember that time when Martin place was transformed into a massive nail parlor?

Or when Lego pieces were strewn around?

And when they brought Orange out to Sydney and also had Art and about installations all for free.
Nothing beats these lovely surprises and the gorgeous landscapes made even more beautiful with the perpetual sunshine

I haven't even mentioned the new speakeasy bars that have infiltrated our social scene giving us just a tad more variety than we used to have. Or the good selection of good quality food that's readily available. All has made it worthwhile that I stayed behind.
I won't lie. This distance has taken me to some rather dark moments this year that I ain't proud of. I pray I figure out what is my new path in the next six months and I hope it aligns with his.
Until then, I bid lovely Sydney 2012 adieu and will be trying out London for a while.
P. s . Thank you all my well wishers and friends and followers for being so supportive and patient with my cynicism and rants. It's been easier just knowing you all care.
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Monday, 8 October 2012
Happyeverafter one year
It has been a long day. So different from a year ago from today but I had a very lovely package today waiting at reception. I am glad he remembered, but couldn't cope with others asking questions. So I hid it under a trusted friend's desk until I left the office.

There were two boxes. He got a vase so that I could keep it at work, but I really didn't want to remind anyone else it was our one year's.

He sent such a lovely card. I had tears well up in my eyes before I blinked them away. It was just the most beautiful sentiment, to know he loves me.

He sent white roses and pink lilies. The Lilies are my favourite, but the roses are graceful, There was a massive heart-shaped chocolate bar the size of my palm too in the box amongst the flowers.

We had plans to make rendezvous over the Internet. A virtual date where we vowed to eat one favourite dish and share a photo with each other. I meant to have sashimi, but it was too cold. Noodle soup was close and oh so comforting. I had a salad too because if I had my way, a salad for lunch is what I'd prefer.
We used facetime on the bed at the same time. We replicated pillow talk. But being about to go to work made it difficult to make anything meaningful out of it. But we decided we were going to postpone the celebrations. I will be in London in exactly two month's time, so we'll make some fancy reservations and enjoy our marriage and being in the same place again at once.
Give me a shout out of where you think we should visit in London for Lunch?
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There were two boxes. He got a vase so that I could keep it at work, but I really didn't want to remind anyone else it was our one year's.

He sent such a lovely card. I had tears well up in my eyes before I blinked them away. It was just the most beautiful sentiment, to know he loves me.

He sent white roses and pink lilies. The Lilies are my favourite, but the roses are graceful, There was a massive heart-shaped chocolate bar the size of my palm too in the box amongst the flowers.

We used facetime on the bed at the same time. We replicated pillow talk. But being about to go to work made it difficult to make anything meaningful out of it. But we decided we were going to postpone the celebrations. I will be in London in exactly two month's time, so we'll make some fancy reservations and enjoy our marriage and being in the same place again at once.
Give me a shout out of where you think we should visit in London for Lunch?
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Wednesday, 22 August 2012
When someone embarks upon a long distance relationship
Life has been tough working on the long distance. But in truth, it hasn't really begun yet because I haven't yet gotten to begin the Skype and Viber calls.
I keep missing the boy when he What's apps me and it really sucks. For a moment I begun to believe I really suck at this game. But first let me back track a little.
Day 1:
I probably struggled a little when I came back into the room after the airport and after saying goodnight to my in-laws, being all alone, shed some private tears.
Then I decided to nurse my heart with Modern Family episodes on the TV setup Mr.HEA left me with and I slept quite alright.
Getting up on Day 1 was tender, I was fragile. I wasn't sure what state I should be in, but the in-laws acted normal so I had no reason to act otherwise. Walking to work in the new neighbourhood and learning this new routine, I kept checking my thoughts, taking deep breaths before the tears rolled down my cheeks. And this was my revelation, I kept thinking like he was never coming back...or that I had lost him. But how odd is that when I really could fare worse, it could be like the Time Traveller's wife (I don't know why but this story relates best to me at the moment for solace) when her husband dies and she knows she only gets one more chance to see him in her future. I am luckier, I have Mr.HEA to Skype, Viber and What's app and email if I so fancy. The point is, he is away, but not gone.
So I straighten myself up and carry on.
An observation though, people tend to want to offer hugs and words of kindness and support. I feel touched, but I can't take them right now. The funny thing is, Mr.HEA's cousin's done the exact same thing as Mr.HEA and left her long-term partner behind. Sharing with him, he tells me he gets that too, but they also feed him cause they are possibly worried that no one is feeding him anymore. Funny.
Thanks everyone who have tried to get in contact to help me grieve/ tide over the period, but truly, your kindness makes me weak at the moment and I need strength more than anything.
And my solution is to focus on the other things that I can do without being reminded of Mr.HEA, and thank goodness there is plenty.
I work, and pour myself into my job. I catch up with my friends that are not mutual friends of ours, I talk to my mum and brother and have a good laugh. I watch comedies and organise things around the room to make life as normal and comfortable for myself as I possibly can instead of moping around. And I take the time to take care of myself, investing time in my beauty routine and getting more exercise and beauty sleep.
Day 2:
Today I am a lot stronger and didn't have to take as many deep breaths to collect myself. I did learn that my GM views my long distance relationship as a business risk though and I do not know if I should feel honoured that I am viewed to be that important, or if I should be upset that the business could be so unfeeling about my personal life. Anyhoo, I am not making a big deal out of this until they do.
I keep missing Mr.HEA's What's App msges. I guess using the iPhone 3 does make this What'sApp thing a lot harder with all the delayed responses. I am sad I haven't been getting to hear his voice, but I just have to keep patient and vigilant for the phone notifications and not let it get the better of us.
Also got a little distracted because I had ordered mum flowers online for her bday and got jipped because the delivery was two flowers short

and there was certainly was a lot more foliage than the picture showed!
What a rort?!!!
Sometimes a little retail fury is just what the doctor's ordered for some long distance strength. That and some gin.
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I keep missing the boy when he What's apps me and it really sucks. For a moment I begun to believe I really suck at this game. But first let me back track a little.
Day 1:
I probably struggled a little when I came back into the room after the airport and after saying goodnight to my in-laws, being all alone, shed some private tears.
Then I decided to nurse my heart with Modern Family episodes on the TV setup Mr.HEA left me with and I slept quite alright.
Getting up on Day 1 was tender, I was fragile. I wasn't sure what state I should be in, but the in-laws acted normal so I had no reason to act otherwise. Walking to work in the new neighbourhood and learning this new routine, I kept checking my thoughts, taking deep breaths before the tears rolled down my cheeks. And this was my revelation, I kept thinking like he was never coming back...or that I had lost him. But how odd is that when I really could fare worse, it could be like the Time Traveller's wife (I don't know why but this story relates best to me at the moment for solace) when her husband dies and she knows she only gets one more chance to see him in her future. I am luckier, I have Mr.HEA to Skype, Viber and What's app and email if I so fancy. The point is, he is away, but not gone.
So I straighten myself up and carry on.
An observation though, people tend to want to offer hugs and words of kindness and support. I feel touched, but I can't take them right now. The funny thing is, Mr.HEA's cousin's done the exact same thing as Mr.HEA and left her long-term partner behind. Sharing with him, he tells me he gets that too, but they also feed him cause they are possibly worried that no one is feeding him anymore. Funny.
Thanks everyone who have tried to get in contact to help me grieve/ tide over the period, but truly, your kindness makes me weak at the moment and I need strength more than anything.
And my solution is to focus on the other things that I can do without being reminded of Mr.HEA, and thank goodness there is plenty.
I work, and pour myself into my job. I catch up with my friends that are not mutual friends of ours, I talk to my mum and brother and have a good laugh. I watch comedies and organise things around the room to make life as normal and comfortable for myself as I possibly can instead of moping around. And I take the time to take care of myself, investing time in my beauty routine and getting more exercise and beauty sleep.
Day 2:
Today I am a lot stronger and didn't have to take as many deep breaths to collect myself. I did learn that my GM views my long distance relationship as a business risk though and I do not know if I should feel honoured that I am viewed to be that important, or if I should be upset that the business could be so unfeeling about my personal life. Anyhoo, I am not making a big deal out of this until they do.
I keep missing Mr.HEA's What's App msges. I guess using the iPhone 3 does make this What'sApp thing a lot harder with all the delayed responses. I am sad I haven't been getting to hear his voice, but I just have to keep patient and vigilant for the phone notifications and not let it get the better of us.
Also got a little distracted because I had ordered mum flowers online for her bday and got jipped because the delivery was two flowers short

and there was certainly was a lot more foliage than the picture showed!
What a rort?!!!
Sometimes a little retail fury is just what the doctor's ordered for some long distance strength. That and some gin.
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Monday, 20 August 2012
Day Zero: Celebrating the Mundane
Life seemed to be all about celebrating the mundane before Mr.HEA left. Holding hands, cuddling on the couch in front of a movie, eating dinner, brushing our teeth together. All things we just took for granted when we first moved in together after getting married.
It wasn't till we were moving out of our marital home thar we realised how important the opportunity to live with each other was and how we squandered it away.
Ten car loads later our house is now void of our personal stuff and it is on the market for rental. One suitcase and carry on bag is packed in his teenage bedroom in his parent's house, ready to be hoisted into the car this afternoon, airport-bound. And makeup, jewelry, bags, shoes and clothes abound have been crammed into the teenage boy's room as the parents now are left with a daughter-in -law who they have graciously accepted as their own.
Whilst I was hesitant to accept their generosity at first because I was resilient, stubborn and morose, I have come to realize that they are losing a son too and am hoping for me to fill that void. I must accept that they have offered me a home and that I should learn to make it mine and as seamlessly as possible, integrate into their lives so that I am no trouble to them.
Gosh this is going to be tough, but the spare time from not needing to run a household, the chance to hang out with all my girlfriends again,an opportunity to focus only on work, the shopping trips to Europe and the Game of thrones and Mad Men episodes I now get to watch in the evenings whilst not ironing clothes...all somehow makes me believe that there is method to this madness that we are about to embark upon. See you on the other side, a.k.a Day 1.
It wasn't till we were moving out of our marital home thar we realised how important the opportunity to live with each other was and how we squandered it away.
Ten car loads later our house is now void of our personal stuff and it is on the market for rental. One suitcase and carry on bag is packed in his teenage bedroom in his parent's house, ready to be hoisted into the car this afternoon, airport-bound. And makeup, jewelry, bags, shoes and clothes abound have been crammed into the teenage boy's room as the parents now are left with a daughter-in -law who they have graciously accepted as their own.
Whilst I was hesitant to accept their generosity at first because I was resilient, stubborn and morose, I have come to realize that they are losing a son too and am hoping for me to fill that void. I must accept that they have offered me a home and that I should learn to make it mine and as seamlessly as possible, integrate into their lives so that I am no trouble to them.
Gosh this is going to be tough, but the spare time from not needing to run a household, the chance to hang out with all my girlfriends again,an opportunity to focus only on work, the shopping trips to Europe and the Game of thrones and Mad Men episodes I now get to watch in the evenings whilst not ironing clothes...all somehow makes me believe that there is method to this madness that we are about to embark upon. See you on the other side, a.k.a Day 1.
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