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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:livingagain.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>Coming out of the fog</title><link rel="self" href="http://livingagain.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livingagain.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>My name's Kate and I'm 36 year's old with a 5 year old son. I've been divorced for a year - a very difficult year - and am just beginning to see the light again. That's not to say that I'm any closer to finding a companion for life, but I feel liberated enough to consider the possiblity for the first time in a decade.  With that liberation comes some serious financial difficulties, but I'm going to attempt to log the process of getting my head above water again (financially and socially).</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T01:39:34+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:livingagain.blog.co.uk,2006-09-29:/2006/09/29/checking_the_figures~1171574/</id><title>checking the figures</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livingagain.blog.co.uk/2006/09/29/checking_the_figures~1171574/"/><author><name>ladykate30</name></author><published>2006-09-29T12:29:54+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T12:29:54+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I always knew that it would take about a year to get back on my feet financially after the move (it's been 8 months now).  I was doing some number crunching this morning - after tracking my expenditure for the last month - and feel a little enlightened by the fact that I actually know how much I owe!  That might sound odd, but I've been so 'head in the sand' about my situation until now that it took a serious talking-to by my brother to give me the wake up call required to get me into action.  I realised that living on my credit cards would plunge me deeper and deeper into debt and that I needed to reassess.&lt;br&gt;
It looks like I could possibly have my debt all paid within 7 years - if the bank will only lend me the required amount of money.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;That is all of course assuming that I can reign my expenditure to within my earnings;  a place it isn't at the moment!  I don't spend frivolously and very little that isn't neccessity, but it is still outside my earnings!  Increase the earnings? potentially!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livingagain.blog.co.uk/2006/09/29/checking_the_figures~1171574/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livingagain.blog.co.uk,2006-09-28:/2006/09/28/continued~1169757/</id><title>.......continued</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livingagain.blog.co.uk/2006/09/28/continued~1169757/"/><author><name>ladykate30</name></author><published>2006-09-28T19:53:34+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:53:34+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;......then after 4 years of ups and downs, I fell pregnant, and I can honestly say that was the happiest time of our marriage.  The only time I was really made to feel special.  Soon after J was born the wheels really fell off.  S fell into a deep depression and things went from bad to worse. To put it in nutshell, I finally had to leave (by which stage J was 3 years old).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You'd think that leaving would have been the beginning of the end but that was when the real trouble started. S became verbally abusive and physically threatening.  Eventually after nearly a year of blame and recriminations, emotional blackmail and threats, I moved back to London from where we had been living for the previous 2 years.  and this is where this blog begins.
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