It’s all in the name

04 Dec 2014 Leave a comment

by Carole Gardiner in Uncategorized Tags: , ,

While I don’t like wasting time and energy thinking about my tragic marriage to the Turk, I did see something last week that made me giggle.

A few months before my soon-to-be ex husband’s indiscretions were found out he had a tattoo done on his arm with my name through the middle of it, bit of a strange decision knowing what I know now! Obviously this is now problematic for him and he has since tried to change it to the name of the other woman that was in our marriage. But by the look of the photo I saw it didn’t go according to plan and as far as I’m aware that relationship has since gone down the pan.

All is not lost though, as long as the next object of his desire is named “Kargle”, everything will be just peachy.

A glimpse of the future

08 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by Carole Gardiner in Uncategorized Tags: , ,

On the TV at the moment there is an advert for a well known holiday company, in it a Spanish lady and a Turkish carpet seller are thrashing it out on a beach in a volley ball contest

It’s been on for a while and I never really took a lot of notice of it until the other day. On closer inspection I discovered that the Turkish carpet seller looks remarkably like what my soon to be ex husband might look like when he’s older.

I have to say it’s not a great look and I think I’ve had a very lucky escape in more ways than one.

Attack of the Turkish love rat

10 Oct 2013 8 Comments

by Carole Gardiner in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , ,

It’s my sad duty to announce the end of operation “Get Hasan to the UK”, my quest to help get my Turkish husband a visa to live in England with me.

I have too much dignity to write about the details but suffice to say I have been betrayed in the cruelest possible way. A month ago I discovered that for the last year my marriage has been a lie and the more I hear, I fear that the last five years have been a sham. The focus and aims of the last eighteen months have been destroyed.

At first I was devastated and heartbroken, but now I feel so angry at him, at her and at myself for being foolish enough to trust him for so long.

What shocks me the most is that I didn’t see it coming because I have been so blinded by love and working hard to help him get here.

The reason for this post? certainly not to slag off Turkish men, there must be some good ones somewhere.

I wanted to share what has happened as so many of my merry band of followers have supported me throughout this quest with lovely comments.

The name of my blog “Back to life” has taken on a new meaning now, originally it was a journey of recovery from illness to the land of working and living. Now I have another journey to make, to rebuild my life and move on.

I have fantastic support from my family and friends, they have been invaluable throughout this first month when the hurt was unbearable. I’m sure with their continued love and care I will get through this.