I Am Divorced, And One Of The

Jules Says There Are Three Things That Make You A Grown-up: An Eight-piece Set Of Matching Dishes; Gin, Vodka And Whiskey In The House; And Making Your Bed Every Morning. I Disagree With Her. I Think You're Officially A Grown-up When You've Got Another Half. When You Don't Have To Live In Fear Of Other Couples. When You Don't Have To Feel You're Not Good Enough.

When I'm Single, I'm This Fabulous, Independent, Confident Woman, And Then I Get Involved With One Disastrous Man After Another And I Turn Into This Needy, Insecure, Fearful Girl Who Becomes Frightened Of Her Own Shadow.

When I First Started Writing, I Was Living In England And I Had That Uniquely English Sense Of Sarcasm, Which Has Definitely Seemed To Have Left Me. I Am A Naturalized American And My Sensibility Has Become Far More American.

Anyone Can Live In A House, But Homes Are Created With Patience, Time And Love.

I Want Someone Who Will Adore Me So Much That They Cannot Even Walk Past Me Without Touching Me In Some Way. I Want Someone Who Will Worship Me, Even When.. I'm Sitting Around In Fluffy Slippers With No Makeup On And Hair Scraped Back. I'm Sick And Tired Of Being On My Own. Most Of The Time I'm Fine. Some Of The Time I Even Quite Enjoy It. But At This Precise Moment In Time I'm Fed Up With It. I've Had Enough.