A life made from lego.

I am not truly sure how you mourn something you never really had, but (I) some do.

The white picket fence ends for every one of us who got divorced with kids. Those who divorced before having children, still have a chance in my head, but I can’t speak for them.

Once your fence is shattered you deal with visitation, maintenance, maybe a new l♡ve, a job with the real life burden of supporting your kids, alone, your shattered heart…. eventually his kids, your kids and even our kids. You had one shot. (Insert Eminem song here) It is gone.

You never going to be the high school sweetheart, met, married, have 2.5 kids, a dog and a mortgage from hell. You never all going to have the same surname. Whoever you l♡ve next, may carry pieces of their own broken fence – kids, an x person. All of the relationships needs constant work. It may or may not pay off.

You going to be a step somebody and your partner may be a step somebody. You and your partner, may like, care or l♡ve your step kids. The children may never care for you or for your children. In most circumstances, the best you can hope for is manners and acceptance.

Eventually your kids, his kids and if you have our kids – they all grow up. The start their own quest for the white picket fence. Now, that is exceptionally difficult. I feel too young to have to deal with that. Life doesn’t care. It carries on.

Believe me, the echo in your head is a prayer for the un-believing, always searching for how you can plaster and paint your white picket fence of many colours.

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Tag: 6

My lovely daughter born from my heart, Kyla asked me to do the same questions asked but as Wenchy, the six year old. I have very few pictures of me as a little person, I am perhaps four years old here with my baby sister, Rentia on my lap.

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Age I was given: 6

I lived in: Paradise. I lived with my Oupa Mike and my Ouma Chrissie and they provided a solid foundation that was never shaken. I never heard yelling, screaming, nor fighting. I heard laughter and I love you and home cooking. There was routine and trust. I was safe. There was a dragon that lived on the side of the garage where moss grew. It was purple and it loved me. We never told anyone about dragon.

In a relationship with: At six I was entering grade two, and yes, even as a six-year-old Wenchy had the same boyfriend…. from grade two, until grade six. Jaco Barnard. He was very cool and could ride without holding the bars on his bike.

I feared: the DARK with such great depth. I feared being separated from my grandparents. I feared my Mammie because she would be cross about all the bad things I did during the week when she visited on Sundays. I feared my father would take too long before visiting again. I feared that nobody would understand that I didn’t believe what we were told at Sunday school and my Oupa Joe was a pastor, so that would have been very bad. I feared that the black men whom we were told were terrorists. I was scared they would not know that I am not like them (the other white people), I didn’t believe they were bad, I was just scared cause I didn’t know them.

Perhaps mostly I feared Sunday afternoons the most. My Mammie would come to visit and after all the bad I did was dealt with, she would take Rentia and I to the park. I was scared of the high slide but I went anyway because I hated being scared of anything more than anything. I wanted to be free. Sometimes Mammie would take us to the pool. It was next door to the big slide. I liked going to the pool although I couldn’t swim. I would hold onto the sides and go round and round the big pool. Sometimes I would hold on to where Mammie was sitting in the sun (she was very beautiful) and kick my legs and she would say “See, you can do it!”.

We would go home where there was a great celebration of food with big pudding. Oupa Mike got the biggest plate of all! Only for pudding. Oupa Mike loved pudding. In the afternoon, my Mammie would leave. We would stand outside and wave and I would try to smile and pretend it was okay. After Mammie left, everyone had to have an afternoon nap. I hated afternoon naps. I didn’t have to sleep. I just had to keep it silent in the big house. I was scared of silence and being alone and I would cry in the pillow of the blue room because my Mammie left. I would wait for Oupa Mike and Ouma Chrissie to wake up so we can have toast. We always had toast on Sunday nights.

I worked at: Jumping off the highest pavilion at school into the sand. I would be so scared, but I did this over the entire course of my primary school career…. practised at not being scared.

Handicaped and shy to use a sticker

Hello dear readers,

My BFF, Wil sent this to me. I qualify for a handicapped sticker, but I feel too shy to use it.

How do you explain to someone that on some days you can do 80 minutes of cardio at quite a decent level and some days you can’t move your fingers?

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I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, Ankylosing Spondylitis, Osteoarthritis in May 2011. Generalised Anxiety Disorder and Bi-Polar was diagnosed when I was 14. Anemia has been added very recently.

REMEMBER – PEOPLE USING A HANDICAPED PARKING SPACE MAY LOOK WELL – BUT LOOKING WELL AND BEING WELL ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS….

Pain is the main symptom of fibromyalgia. It may be mild to severe.


Painful areas are called tender points. Tender points are found in the soft tissue on the back of the neck, shoulders, chest, lower back, hips, shins, elbows, and knees. The pain then spreads out from these areas.


The pain may feel like a deep ache, or a shooting, burning pain.


The joints are not affected, although the pain may feel like it is coming from the joints.

People with fibromyalgia tend to wake up with body aches and stiffness. For some patients, pain improves during the day and gets worse at night. Some patients have pain all day long.

Pain may get worse with activity, cold or damp weather, anxiety, and stress.

Fatigue, depressed mood, and sleep problems are seen in almost all patients with fibromyalgia. Many say that they can’t get to sleep or stay asleep, and they feel tired when they wake up.

Other symptoms of fibromyalgia may include:

Irritable bowel syndrome (IBS)


Memory and concentration problems


Numbness and tingling in hands and feet


Reduced ability to exercise


Tension or migraine headaches

Pain is the main symptom of fibromyalgia. It may be mild to severe.

Painful areas are called tender points. Tender points are found in the soft tissue on the back of the neck, shoulders, chest, lower back, hips, shins, elbows, and knees. The pain then spreads out from these areas.


The pain may feel like a deep ache, or a shooting, burning pain.


The joints are not affected, although the pain may feel like it is coming from the joints.
People with fibromyalgia tend to wake up with body aches and stiffness. For some patients, pain improves during the day and gets worse at night. Some patients have pain all day long.

Pain may get worse with activity, cold or damp weather, anxiety, and stress.

I wish you good health,
Wεทchƴ¸.¸.☆¨

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Tag: 13

Thanks Vanessa. She assigned me the age 13. 🙂

Age I was given: 13

I lived in: In a flat in Hillbrow for part of that year ….. and as a total anti-climax, we moved to a huge house in Cyrildene with a massive pool…and the step-father from the depths of hell.

In a relationship with: Barry. An 18 year old boy with blue eyes who had just joined the army. First boy to ever kiss me.

I feared: My step-father, the dark, that something would happen to my Mom – I have always had anxiety issues.

I worked at: I never worked at a proper job when I was a teenager.

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Now I am: 39

I live in: An upmarket, nature reserve estate in a beautiful home with ample space in Greenstone Hill.

I am in a relationship with: My husband Noid, early 40’s who loves golf, 4x4ing and is driven by being a provider.

I drive: An understated red Sandero Stepway. It got my vote as it is a South African produced vehicle and I am beyond patriotic. The understated ends with my cheeky personalised number plate – Wenchy. I l♡ve a contradiction.

I fear: Existing but not living.

I work: As a Branch Owner for @TranqBodyTreats.

I want to be: The best version of me.

If you want to play, ask me for an age in the comment below!

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