Some days I look at my bank account and can't help but smile. Not because I'm rolling in cash, but because every euro in there represents something I earned entirely on my own terms. Since separating
Last week my sister gave me that look. You know the one. The judgy side-eye that says everything without saying a word. We were having tea in her kitchen and I could feel her sizing up my new handbag,
Sometimes I look at my kitchen and wonder how many people would see this completely ordinary scene and have no idea. Dishes from the kids' breakfast, a half-folded load of laundry, my work diary open
Some days I feel like I'm living two completely separate lives. School drop off at 9, client meeting at 11, pick up hockey gear, quick shower, another appointment. My calendar is a complex dance of sc
Most people don't want to talk about money. But when you're a single mum with two kids and bills that don't stop, money isn't just numbers. It's oxygen.I started this work two years ago after my separ
Some days I look at my bank balance and just breathe this massive sigh of relief. Before I started this work, everything was so tight. Every bill was a negotiation, every school trip a stress. Now? Th