Diva Recap

So here we are, my first post of 2014, and how much has changed since last year. 

This time last year I was loved up with Big B (more of him later), working as a EA for a Anne Wintour Canadian clone by day (she was as wintry as her worksake and possessed an ice pike, where her heart should have been!); while working by night and at the weekends as a social media smarty pants.

By Nov, I'd been canned by Ms Canada for not fulfilling her 'commands' and I ended the year as it had started, haunted by Mum's cancer, which thankfully is currently in remission; but has made such a determined effort to kill her, that it hit her immune system so hard, it's left her struggling to recover her full health.

I returned to the UK from Miami in January jobless and after a week of tears and tantrums, decided I was going to turn my second job being social media guru into my own business. Three short months later, things are ticking over nicely and I'm cautiously happy. Also annoyingly, for my family and friends, I've got into the habit of randomly saying "Love what I do" - I told you I was annoying !

The love front is officially KO'd and I have to say I'm not sorry. Right now if you're a player, a commitment phobe or just don't know what you want, please don't waste my time :0)

Big B and I hit the wall in May last year, when his work life disintegrated in the kind of black hole meltdown I experienced a few years back. Being an alpha male sadly Big B's NY job was a massive part of his confidence and when it went, another side of him emerged.

I defaulted into auto Superwoman mode, albeit a long distance one (him in New York, me in London) rock, supporter, cheer squad etc. I did everything I possibly could to get back the alpha I hooked up with; but the shutters had already came down and he ended it with the classic 'I need time to sort myself out'.

I told him to take his time. Then we entered that familiar run of text table tennis, that some guys resort to if they don't want to talk to you. He'd say he'd call so we could talk and somehow it would always never happen.  It took me right back to the bad old days of Hottie, who I'm sure had a degree in avoiding conflict, by just not being around :0)

I brought things to a head with the kind of direct text that called him out on his behaviour not just towards me, but to other people in his life.  His response was another text saying he call me for the umpteenth time and that's where I ended it.

There's only so many times you can read a message in hope and the respect I used to have for him (which was huge) had been eroded by his inability to talk to me, which I didn't think was a massive ask.

And there you have it the complete 2013 to 2014 recap on all things Divalicious.

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