I Am Divorced, And One Of The

Covers, So Many Covers, So Many Different, Delectable Pictures, And Although, Metaphorically Speaking, It Is The Thing I Hate Most, When It Comes To Literature I Always Judge Books By Their Covers. First The Cover Will Catch My Eye, Then I Read The Back Of The Book, And Then Finally The First Page.

And Then There Was Him, The Long And Painful Love Of Her Life.

I Want Someone Who Will Adore Me So Much That They Cannot Even Walk Past Me Without Touching Me In Some Way. I Want Someone Who Will Worship Me, Even When.. I'm Sitting Around In Fluffy Slippers With No Makeup On And Hair Scraped Back. I'm Sick And Tired Of Being On My Own. Most Of The Time I'm Fine. Some Of The Time I Even Quite Enjoy It. But At This Precise Moment In Time I'm Fed Up With It. I've Had Enough.

Life, Steffi Has Learned, Carries On Around The Pain, Making Room For It, Absorbing It Until It Becomes Part Of The Daily Fabric, Wrapping Itself Around You And Lodging Itself In Your Heart.

It's About Thinking That Being Blonde And Slim And Perfect Will Automatically Bring You Happiness, And Then Discovering That Life Is Full Of As Many Disappointments As There Were Before.