Friday 13th, 2001 I broke a mirror, my car wouldn't start, I lost my job and my boyfriend pretended to move to Alaska.

Oh some parts of memory lane are covered with shards of glass that still cut when you walk back over them.

Now for a man to fake move thousands of miles away just to never see you again what does that say about you? The funny thing about it is that his did come back a year later when I had the occupied bush. As soon as he pulled up he was confronted by the bush dweller who was wearing a pair of my slippers... He left in a panicked hurry and I just watched from the window and then gave my guard dog a nod of approval.

The seven years to follow the mirror breaking were hard to say the least. It was painful to go through, but produced more growth than I had ever experienced. It was the kind of time that my father would have described as "Extreme Character building!"

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger and all that crap. HAPPY FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH!!!