And I was finally free. Of the guilt and shame of divorcing him, of judging myself for being so crazy because I had done what was right for me. The moment I acknowledged that the power was mine was the moment I had it back.
No such thing as a free lunch I thought it would be: second time lucky, but it seems that my dreams of becoming Tinderella didn’t exactly come true. And by ‘didn’t exactly’ I mean: in no shape or form whatsoever.
I almost won at Tinder My third attempt at Tinder last year was a huge success. I tindered hard – I’m talking ‘there is no one left in your vicinity’ style tindering. And the results were brilliant. I almost won at Tinder!