Tag Archive | problems

The Truth Behind My Abusive Relationship

When my friends used to tell me to leave my relationship whilst I still can, I never listened. They would tell me I was in an abusive relationship and it was dangerous, but how could it be when he had never hit me? How could it be when he had never threatened to punch me or tried to strangle me?

I understand now. It has been just under three years since we broke up, and I can finally admit I was in a abusive relationship. Everybody else could see it; apart from me. Because Love is blind.

When we first got together, things were great. I fell for him straight away and it was the first time I could honestly say that I only have eyes for him. Things were going smoothly, yet whenever we came to any kind of obstacle that affected our relationship, it was always my fault.  Continue reading

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The difficulty of job hunting

At the moment, job hunting feels like a lose-lose situation.

After applying for what seems like a hundred jobs, I either get a reply saying that I am too qualified; a reply saying that I don’t have enough experience; or no reply at all.

I understand the fact that companies would rather employ somebody who knows what they are doing, therefore require less time being taught procedures, but that doesn’t help those who don’t quite have enough experience yet.

For all they know, I, like many others could extremely capable of doing the job and able to learn the procedures very quickly; but they don’t even give us a chance. Despite the fact I have a degree within that sector, they opt for somebody who has more experience than me within the industry to save them time and money teaching unexperienced recruits. Continue reading

‘The Ice Cream Girls’ by Dorothy Koomson: Book Review

Wow, I don’t even know where to start. This book was absolutely incredible! The Ice Cream Girls by Dorothy Koomson is probably the first ever book I have read which made the hairs on my arms stand up on end, and my legs feel like jelly.

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