It's my 41st birthday and I am like a mythical phoenix rising from the ashes of my 40th year. Jealous of my poetic sentence and my fabulous balloon animal? Well, in searching for "41 Balloons", I also came across a news story from 2010 of a woman who had swallowed 41 Balloons of heroin. Hey, I know how to have a good time, but that's taking things a bit far. I'd rather swallow 41 slices of cake. Ha! So, today I write to you from a little house in North Shepparton. I've been separated from my husband for eight months exactly today, I moved out on the 5th of November 2016. Not gonna lie, this has been the most difficult and challenging year of my entire life. I have felt so sad that I thought I was never going to keep on living. I've lost my temper spectacularly, I've made mistakes, I've lost a beautiful kitty who I thought would be with me forever. I've had intense fails in the area of internet dating, I've met wonderful people