The Accidental Trad Wife
Redundancy, reflection and rebellion
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The day begins It’s day two. I want to throw myself into this, but I’m still not sure exactly what I should be doing. Day one wasn’t a success or a failure, it was just a Monday. I’m determined to make day two worthwhile. Do I head to the butchers rather than getting a Tesco…
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Day one It’s day one and a bank holiday Monday. The day is coming to an end. I’ll be serving up dinner in about an hour, and I’m listening to Peter Frampton singing ‘Baby, I love your way’ on Youtube. It’s a day where nothing significant has happened. I don’t think I’ve done anything more…
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Redundancy Redundancy hasn’t just been the loss of a job, or the loss of income. I’ve lost purpose. I was a high-flying boss-bitch career woman, and in a seven minute conversation it was gone. My plans for the future were set, I knew who I was. Now, I don’t. With redundancy imminent, eating a takeaway…
The Accidental Trad Wife 