Author: Kimberly Low

Holidayyyyyy

One of those days…. less than 4 hour of sleep and just short of wearing pyjamas to go out.

# – Straight.
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# – Sideway.
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A snug dress I wear as a top, again.  This seems to be a recurring thing with me. Anyway it was bought in Bangkok. I think it looks better as a dress….

Skirt I honestly can’t remember where I got it from. Possibly trifted.

Shoes from Bangkok and bag from ri2k. Necklace from Bali.

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I have been looking forward to this for so long!

Finally am going on a girly vacation with mummy to my favorite place in the world!

So excited! Been having very little sleep trying to settle work and….work in order for this holiday to be completely worry-free.

This is my first time travelling with just mummy…. am wondering what kinda holiday buddy is she.

I hope I don’t annoy her too much lol.

Happy end of the week peeps. My weekend is just about to start.

Woohooo!

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My happiness is fleeting because it is a lie.

When the clock strikes, truth rushes in to slap me in the face.

It is what it is all along. There is no denial or delay. Just admission.

My time is running out and I can feel it in my bones. I can feel it so strongly I am suffocating.

Don’t settle. Two simple words to live by, for you and for me. Together, I hope.

The subject of divorce

Even after almost a decade together, I still find myself learning things about my better half.

The day we stop learning about each other is the day we stop caring and that would be the end of our marriage. Just the thought of it is both heartbreaking and inconceivable.

I guess that too would be the day I die.

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We had a huge fight recently and broached the subject of D. Before I continue, obviously we have sorted both our grievances out.

Anyway, after we made up, the hubs mentioned that he read something about men earning 17% more after divorce while women 11% less after divorce.

Then he smiled like a troll.

I told him if we ever split up, he better be earning 300% more to spite me because I’d land a stud that would put his net worth to shame.

He asked me how in hell would I be able to do that.

“Well, first I’d get fitter. Then I’d get a subtle nose job. Possibly growing my hair long again cause men love that sort of thing. A new wardrobe of course. All with the money I got from our hypothetical divorce and some extra aiding by my awesome personality.”