7 Sure Signs He's Cheating On You!

Trust your instinct. Trust your sixth sense. Here are seven sure signs that he's cheating on you!

1. He takes his phone everywhere. I mean, literally, everywhere. Even to the toilet.
2. He takes forever to reply to your messages.
3. He can't be reached for questionable hours and even he can be reached, he blames the phone - network not good, battery died, etc
4. He changes sexually. Either he's more into you, or he's not into you much anymore. And blames it on his medication!
5. He hides his credit card statements.
6. He's always hanging out with the guys. Yeah right!
7. He lies. You catch him lying. And he lies some more to cover that lie.

Shards of a Broken Glass

May your heart be crushed to pieces like the shards of a broken glass. Where you will struggle to piece them all together to no avail. And you will remember the other heart you so badly broken. Just like the pieces of glass in your hand.
You will fall apart and feel the pain.
And you will know that such pain can never be healed.

What It Feels Like When You Know About The Other Women

What a long title!

Men, do you want to know how a woman feels inside when she got to know about your affair?

I picked this up from the movie - The Women. It's the scene when Meg Ryan went to see her mother to tell her about her husband. She then brushed her mother saying she can't possibly know how she feels, and the mother said, "Let me try...".

This honestly tells how it felt when I got to know:
"It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream, you know the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but it's all out of your control. You can't trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are. Your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no one will be able to break your heart like that again."

Got Married? Good Luck!

I was driving home yesterday when I saw these lovely newly-weds by the roadside. They were stopping by some rough-looking grass area to take photos. That's the trend nowadays apparently - to take artistic looking wedding photos. 

Anyway, as I pass by, I looked back at them from my rear-view mirror. The bride so radiant in her wedding dress, the groom so handsome looking down at his new wife with so much love. So young, so much in love... So naive, so inexperienced...

And I said to myself - "good luck!".

In Loving Memory

Such a cute cat. And smart too!

Giving It Another Shot

Happy times surpassed sad times. That's the basis of my judgement for giving this marriage another chance. I took 2 weeks leave from my marriage. Put my wedding ring on top of my jewelery box. And put on this - "whatever" attitude. I spent nights sitting in the garden looking at the stars. It was such a big decision. After almost a decade of being together, taking the break seemed liberating.
But there were many things that I missed. Our talks, our laughs, our worries, our happiness... I finally decided that the bitch was not worth it. If she was, my Cheating Husband would have left me for her.
That final night, I took my wedding ring and wore it back on my finger. My Cheating Husband saw it, took me in his arms and we kissed.
We are giving this a second chance...

On and Off!

It's an on and off thing. One day the ring is on, the next day the ring is off. I am a seriously undecided person. But love is a very strange thing. It's really difficult when love clouds your judgement. Yes, I very much love my Cheating Husband. And strange enough, I also hate him very much. At times, there is this fine line between love and hatred.

The Ring is Off - For Now

Even after 2 years, I have not forgotten. Forgive - yes. Forget - no. Maybe I am crazy. That I am being haunted by this ghost of a bitch years past. But I can't trust and love as before. Not after the painful betrayal.
So yesterday, I took off my wedding ring and put it on top of my jewellery box. It has since stayed there. I have no intention of wearing it back.

I Have to Move On...

This morning I watched the fishes swimming in our little pond, my left chest felt burning, my breath felt short... The fishes have only that little pond to think about. They don't have to think about life out of the little pond. They don't have to think about living, loving, being hurt, being betrayed... Things look easy.
But I'm not a fish. I have many things to think about and to act on. Things are tough. I wish I could stop but I have to move on. If I stop, things might fall apart. Maybe in many ways, I am just like the fish. I don't see them stopping. They swim all day.

What the Bitch Taught Me

Perhaps I am a born patient person. But I am still the broken-hearted wife. But one lesson I learned from this whole Cheating Husband and Stupid Bitch experience is - face the situation with pride and class. (That means no screaming or yelling or hair-pulling or throwing things out the window!)
And most importantly, know that you are never at the losing end. It's his lost, not yours.
Put that in your mind. That's my advise.

Love is Strange

Love is so strange. How can we love and hate a person at the same time?

Why Red Daisy?

I was asked - why name this blog Red Daisy? Easy - I love red daisies. Red daisies are unpretentious. They are often associated with modesty and simplicity. Just like me! Daisies are not arrogant like roses. Red daisies also describe my broken heart. In the old days, heartbroken Victorian young women who wished to be loved once again by their suitors began a custom using the daisy, that is still in use today. In Victorian times is was a young maiden would pluck a daisy's petals one by one and sing, "He loves me, he loves me not," for each petal pulled. The last petal so plucked predicted the future of such love.
...Sigh... If only love is that easy!
The message that daisies bring are of innocence, purity, and gentleness on behalf of both the giver and the receiver. The daisy's message is, "You have as many virtues as this plant has petals". A red daisy tells of beauty unknown to the possessor.
Beautiful is it!

My Pillar of Strength

If you ever wondered who I turned to during that lowest moments of my life? = My precious little daughter who was just 7 years old at that time.
She was there for me to lend me her shoulders for me to cry on. She hugged and kissed me and told me her I-love-yous that made all my heartaches bearable. And most importantly, from the moment I could think straight (which was perhaps several hours later after I found out about the affair), I made a pact to myself.
I told myself - my life from then on will be for this little girl. And miraculously, this internal strength came back. The strength to live and to continue living. The strength to stand up and walk again.
From then on, I knew I was not alone. I have this little girl who needs me to care for her. And I have those little hands to help me through life.

Earth Hour

Earth Hour will be in 40mins time. Let's switch off electricity for just one hour. Let's sit in the dark with your loved ones and reflect. Let's go green in the many little ways that we can. The little actions do matter!
Like last year, I'll be sitting by our small fish pond with Hubby and talk. Or maybe not talk. Maybe we'll just sit and watch the fish. And listen to the water. At times, no talking is good. Silence is good. Enjoying each others' company in silence is good.
Being in love is good. Healing the heart, even slowly is good.

Betrayal

My colleague came to me today with a damp tissue and tears streaming down her cheeks. She was sobbing and mumbling about her husband. I actually can't really understand what she was talking about between sobs and tears. But her story boils down to one simple fact that men seem to be so expert in doing - betrayal.
In her case it was about the husband borrowing money from his sibling and didn't pay back, and hid the act from his wife, and in the end that sibling asked the money back from the wife, accusing her of being the reason why the husband borrowed the money in the first place. This is the kind of story that I always hear about men. How selfish and insensitive they can be.

New Bride? Good Luck!

I was driving home yesterday when I saw these lovely newly-weds by the roadside. They were stopping by some rough-looking grass area to take photos. That's the trend nowadays apparently - to take artistic looking wedding photos.
Anyway, as I pass by, I looked back at them from my rear-view mirror. The bride so radiant in her wedding dress, the groom so handsome looking down at his new wife with so much love. So young, so much in love... So naive, so inexperienced...

And I said to myself - "Good luck girl! I hope that guy is worth all the trouble!".