I’m safe, loved and comfortable in my home. No one has the power to destroy it. I’m worth it. I’m gonna have my husband and twins. They’re mine and they’re coming to me. I’m a good mum. Happy Mother’s Day to me. I love my husband and kids. We’re so lucky to have each other. I’m happy.

I’m so worth it. I assume I’m going to have a high quality man in my life.

A Viking man!

He deleted his account. Ah well. At least he didn’t waste too much of my time. Only two days.

I’m looking forward to meeting my man. A man who is mature and intentional. Knows what he wants. I have a good life. I can wait. Kids or not, I’m happy where I am. What is mine will come to me.

What is mine is always mine.

I’m curious why he didn’t reach out but not that curious as I don’t find talking to him that interesting. He’s a nice man but maybe a little bit boring? I don’t know. If he reaches out, great, if he doesn’t, move on. There’re plenty of quality men for me to choose from.

Be kind. What do I want? I want to have a partner. I want to rule men in. I want to build a family. Do what I want.

I’m not a quitter. I simply don’t give up. I’ll meet you!

Dream of Ben is dead. Why? Why did he appear in my dream again? I hadn’t thought of him for a really long time. I know he’ll always in my subconscious mind but why all of the sudden? And dead? I don’t understand.

Learning to trust my body’s ability to self heal. It’s totally possible. Look at Jim. He healed himself. If he can do it, so can I.

I wanna have a big poo!

A win. Noticed I self pity and set boundary immediately. Moved my attention to how lucky I am.