I was 26 with a one-year-old son when I started this blog. A woman forced to quit the job that was her passion, and then to live away from her husband, her true love, ever since the birth of her son, due to unavoidable circumstances. I was a very happy, very positive person until this huge change came into my life, leaving me desolate and disillusioned. Suddenly I was struck with the urge to record all that had happened.
This blog covers a span of three long, agony-filled years of separation, of being a reluctant mom in the first place and then, for all practical purposes, a forced single parent. Of teetering on the edge of insanity and back. This blog isn’t just an alternate take on motherhood, it’s also an alternate take on love, post-marriage. How a woman’s dreams don’t merely centre around motherhood. And also a subversion of the idea that says feminists must necessarily never need a man in their lives.
The idea for the blog came to me while watching Julie and Julia. You know, how Julie blogs abut her cooking every day. I was as low in life as she was, and there was only one thing that I was doing every single day. So the idea came to me. Why not share this turmoil with the rest of the world? Who knows, maybe my life might turn around like Julie’s one day!