relationships

  • I Do Not Hate You

    I Do Not Hate You

    Yesterday, I got a text from the bank with an authorisation code. I wasn’t trying to…

  • Trying to stay grounded

    Trying to stay grounded

    The end of an another emotionally exhausting week. I went for a cycle to the beach.…

  • Am I a Monster?

    Am I a Monster?

    Another ruined night’s sleep. Waking at stupid o’clock by the continuation of the migraine that had…

  • A New Reader

    A New Reader

    My husband knows that I keep a blog of eunuch life – and my life. Sometimes,…

  • Schrödinger’s Marriage

    Schrödinger’s Marriage

    Last summer, the husband and I went to the nudist beach in Portsmouth (read about it…

  • A eunuch weekend – Epilogue

    A eunuch weekend – Epilogue

    The two days that I was with Cicero, I had one headache, which was easily dispatched…

  • A eunuch weekend – Day 2 – Chillaxing and Social

    A eunuch weekend – Day 2 – Chillaxing and Social

    Star Trek: The Nude Generation It felt late when we got up, but it was only…

  • I Tried to Listen. I Got Steamrolled.

    I Tried to Listen. I Got Steamrolled.

    The husband (or ex – I don’t know – read on) has been very anxious these…

  • The Ways He Loved Me

    The Ways He Loved Me

    It is too late for any of this to make any difference, but my husband had…

  • Gobsmacked and Hangin’ On

    Gobsmacked and Hangin’ On

    I heard from the solicitors today: whatever was blocking them appears to have been removed. I…

  • Love, lies, and GB News

    Love, lies, and GB News

    I love my baby brother (he’s 45), and I love my gorgeous nephews! I had a…

  • Planning a wee eunuch weekend

    Planning a wee eunuch weekend

    In a fortnight, I’m seeing a friend — Cicero — in London. They’ve asked me to…

  • An empty wardrobe

    An empty wardrobe

    After a half-hearted run, which I gave up on after about 5k, decided to do a…

  • Still love, still leaving

    Still love, still leaving

    I’d been out all afternoon and there was no sign of my husband when I got…

  • A phoney peace

    A phoney peace

    The atmosphere at home is … I don’t know how you describe it. When my husband…