<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Nobody's Wife]]></title><description><![CDATA[Exploring Life's Stories Together]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/my-blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2026 07:22:41 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.nobodyswife.blog/pt/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Woman I Was No Longer Lives Here...]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today I caught myself thinking about something strange. About a year ago, in Tarot, I was represented by the Queen of Wands. Now I am the Queen of Pentacles. I don't know if I believe that Tarot predicts anything. Sometimes I do. Other times I think Tarot is simply a beautiful way of forcing us to look at what we already know but still can't quite say out loud. And maybe that's it. Because when I think about the woman I was a year ago, I recognise her immediately. But I no longer confuse...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/the-woman-i-was-no-longer-lives-here</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a84749b6f644c8dfb4892c5</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2026 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_6fbad3e18c17422ab8ee8c846ee19fa7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I'm not Lost...]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today I felt the need to remind myself of something. Changing direction doesn’t always mean I chose the wrong path. Maybe I simply changed. It’s strange to realise that. I spent so many years building a life, making plans, believing that some things would last forever. And then life happened. Some things stayed. Others disappeared. Some choices simply stopped making sense. And for a while, I confused that with failure. As if I had failed somewhere along the way. As if I had made one wrong...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/i-m-not-lost</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8473c3becb69ff1480763d</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2026 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_07b12eee83ca4c1990d6690aa4722603~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Today, I Realised Something Beautifull...]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today, I found myself thinking about a conversation I had. One of those conversations that seems simple in the moment, but quietly stays with us for days. We were talking about life, about paths, about choices, about all the things that transform us without us even noticing. And, in a moment of true honesty, a sentence came out of me that surprised me with its simplicity: “For the first time in my adult life, I feel that I am not in love with anyone.” I said it without sadness. And perhaps...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/today-i-realised-something-beautifull</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a69bf38fc8daac1bb194734</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2026 08:55:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_70eb82e7a234410b99a649166e552d0a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Celebrating Life... ]]></title><description><![CDATA[For months, I rowed against the current. There were days when I believed that if I rowed harder, the river would eventually give way. As if life could be persuaded by persistence. As if destiny would change course simply because I refused to stop. Today, I understand that the river was never against me. It was simply a river. And I was simply someone learning that not everything needs to be conquered. There are moments when the greatest courage lies not in fighting, but in letting go of the...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/celebrating-life</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a69bcad2d76e381b88447d3</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2026 08:47:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_5aeda2d3f2df4eff9aa93b244c611c5a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Quietest Wars Are the Ones No One Sees]]></title><description><![CDATA[There’s a strange moment that happens when someone asks, “So… what’s new?” Because the truth rarely fits inside a socially acceptable answer. No one is actually expecting you to say: “Well, I’ve spent the last few months unpacking decades of trauma, trying to teach my nervous system that not everything is a threat, grieving old versions of myself and learning how to exist without constantly living in survival mode.” So instead, we smile. Shrug. “Nothing much.” And I think it’s fascinating how...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/the-quietest-wars-are-the-ones-no-one-sees</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a06b906f943bb95ae57e3fb</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2026 09:02:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_84bc60deacc645f0afb79c393f548262~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To me...]]></title><description><![CDATA[My sweet girl, Come a little closer… there’s no rush. Rest your head against my chest and stay here with me for a while. Can you feel it? This is a place where you can finally rest. I know… I know how hard you tried to be brave when everything inside you just wanted to be held. I know how you smiled when you felt like crying, how you acted strong when, deep down, you were just a little girl needing tenderness. You don’t have to pretend anymore. I’m here. Right here. If you look closely,...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/to-my-little-girl</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e88044e30ec41b7d0a7561</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 08:08:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_858be828b1ac411098849e5480096acf~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Loss…]]></title><description><![CDATA[Resignify It’s not forgetting. It’s not painting over it until it sounds good enough to tell. It’s looking at what hurt, straight on, without flinching, and deciding you’re not going to live there anymore. Not because it didn’t happen. Because it’s no longer yours. It took me a long time to understand the difference between carrying the past and learning from it. They’re completely different things. One weighs you down. The other holds you up. There are things I lost that aren’t coming back....]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/_loss</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e34a0c16b0ab534cf3db91</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 09:13:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_44676c1934384521ac4530cef31df061~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[67]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today he would turn 67. He left at 63, with all the irreverence that was so uniquely his. As if he had walked out in the middle of the party, before anyone could say it was time to go home. The tears come. Missing his voice, those laughs that asked no one’s permission, that filled every room they entered. The silly jokes delivered with the seriousness of someone revealing the secrets of the universe. His perfume, which i still keep with me and spray every now and then, just to feel him close...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/___67</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69d9e9c79c4f89104660abed</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 06:35:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_c7289218701f47baafc99b5578c48655~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Holy Saturday]]></title><description><![CDATA[On Easter Sunday morning, the day Christians celebrate resurrection, life returning, death being defeated, I was choosing my father’s coffin. Alone. While bells were ringing somewhere, I was looking at wood. Running my hand over different finishes, listening to someone talk about prices and details as if any of it made sense. As if there were a right way to do this. As if it were possible to choose “well.” It’s hard to explain what that does to your head. The disconnection. The world saying...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/holy-staruday</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69d7a5f489f9e676eca3e8ef</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_74173ca0f8cf44beb4bad218f7cbd84e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Many lives. One me.]]></title><description><![CDATA[I look back and i can’t count how many times i’ve died. I’m not talking about drama. I’m talking about the real thing: that moment when one version of you simply stops existing. Without ceremony. Without warning. Sometimes in the middle of a sentence, sometimes in a dawn you never asked for. Every major change in my life has brought a death with it. And i, naively, sometimes thought it was just a transition. A phase. Something that would pass. But it doesn’t pass like that. It passes through...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/many-lives-one-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69d7a647fc7a52acb909f8fc</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2026 14:36:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_bd037953d6264ac2abc4d7d4c655aa6e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[No Permission]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today, in the warm silence of the shower, a thought found me without asking permission. And suddenly, the tears came. Not the kind you choose, but the kind that fall on their own and steal the air from your lungs. How is it possible to live twenty years with someone... twenty years!... learning how to be friends, how to be shelter, how to be a team? To be a whole woman. To be a wife. To help each other cross life. To raise children side by side. To invent routines, memories, traditions. To...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/no-permission</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697b3d89619dd458eae3c62b</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2026 23:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_54edbd920cf147a9aa73f187922be1d5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mother &#38; Daughter's Love]]></title><description><![CDATA[I need you to hear this first: I love you. I love you more than anything, more than words can hold. I hope you feel it, even when i’m quiet, even when life gets messy, in the way i think about you, in the way i worry about you, in the way you’re always in my heart. This past year has been so hard. The separation, the divorce, moving… trying to figure out a new way to live. That’s a lot for anyone. And for you, my sensitive, kind, amazing girl, it must have felt like the ground shifted beneath...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/mother-daughter-s-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697b410cfacc7df23b587d41</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2026 11:24:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_ae2462dd71b348be8744b12053454ac7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Time...]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are seasons when it feels like life is quietly undoing everything you worked so hard to build. The plan you trusted no longer fits. The timeline you committed to stretches beyond recognition. What once felt certain now feels strangely out of reach. It’s tempting, in those moments, to believe you’ve missed a turn, that you’re behind, off course, or somehow failing the vision you held so clearly. But what if this phase isn’t a mistake or a setback? What if it’s a refining fire? Growth...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/_time</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69635e1941b846e43e836636</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2026 23:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_7061ae99f34c43e6b6786420a8c8169c~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How was my year?]]></title><description><![CDATA[It didn’t destroy me. It exposed me. It showed me how often i was outsourcing my grounding. How easily i handed my center to love, to attention, to being understood. How much weight i expected other people to hold for me. This year wasn’t about heartbreak. It was about responsibility. I lived intensely. I loved fully. I didn’t dilute myself to be digestible. But i learned the hard way that intensity without self-rooting becomes survival mode. That passion without internal safety turns into...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/how-was-my-year</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695f7a13243e47cfabec1354</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 23:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_c224559dfb884c05a47c0ff1534139ce~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Christmas]]></title><description><![CDATA[Christmas arrives this year like a slow, aching melody, layered, textured, alive. Not a song for the radio, a song for the chest, for the places that cracked open and learned how to breathe again. For so many years, Christmas carried a weight. A deep, dragging gravity. I blamed the empty chairs, the missing faces, the names that no longer answered when called. And yes, absence leaves a bruise. Silence has its own language. But that was only the surface harmony. Beneath it lived another...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/christmas</link><guid isPermaLink="false">694ff0462d3bc7ac957bdfdb</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2025 23:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_47013f4ba7774e069affa9c6a8177955~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I stay...]]></title><description><![CDATA[... with the ones who feel until it hurts to breathe. The ones with no skin, only nerves. Hearts exposed, beating loud and reckless, no mute button, no safe mode, no exit. I stay with those who love like it’s a crime they’re willing to commit. Who fall knowing it might destroy them and jump anyway. Who cry in public, in private, in the middle of the night, not to be saved, but because holding it in would kill them faster. I stay with the ones who laugh like they’re mocking death, who know...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/i-stay</link><guid isPermaLink="false">694808e793dd8b221e6bd633</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 23:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_6868304d784f4337736338~mv2_d_3249_4926_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[You...]]></title><description><![CDATA[It began before names. Before words. Before thought. A rhythm unspoken. Slow. Insistent. Impossible to resist. Minds brushing, leaning, circling. Hearts daring what bodies had not yet known. A gravity pulling without asking. A language only in pauses, in breaths, in the space between pulse and silence. And then… it shattered. Raw. Sudden. A weight cutting through everything. The rhythm trembling. Closeness dangerous. Trust fragile. The current faltered. Distance became mercy. A pause too...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/__you</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69417177ae76fefd5325e65d</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2025 14:51:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_9d1e0a5815d84772b3e55a393d3d99b8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[7th December...]]></title><description><![CDATA[Some dates have a way of lingering in our memory, returning year after year like quiet reminders. The 7th of December is one of those days… a marker of journeys, choices and chapters that shift the course of a life. On a 7th of December long ago, someone set out to reconnect with their roots, to search for a sense of belonging that had been missing. A departure that left an empty space behind, teaching early lessons about distance, time and the stories people chase. Years later, the same date...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/7th-december</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6939a45759a1d9d6b07be6ac</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2025 16:53:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_54d50dc147584574a618a26ecef74c07~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How are you?]]></title><description><![CDATA[The question came, soft and ordinary: are you ok? and the truth rose, trembling, like a pulse under the skin. It didn’t escape. Yes slipped out instead… a word too small, too clean, carrying none of what it should. Another yes returned, polished, certain, hollow. And just like that, the world was “as it should be.” But beneath the surface, something cracked. Not a crash, not a roar… just a quiet collapse, the subtle giving way of what was real. Two lies met in silence, brushing past each...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/how-are-you</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6939a23c8eee262bcc362d9a</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2025 16:43:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a5870_154e1cd9e01346f3be4a1e3a9e38a480~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[100 years ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today my heart celebrates what would have been my grandmother’s 100th birthday. It’s impossible to put into words what it meant to have her in my life for my first 20 years. She was passion, strength, courage and charm all wrapped in one unforgettable woman, with a touch of sass that made everything brighter. She loved red, she loved to dance and she loved life with a boldness that taught me what it means to be truly alive. “Dance is life, my sweet heart!” she would say, and somehow she made...]]></description><link>https://www.nobodyswife.blog/post/100-years</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69417408ae76fefd5325ebed</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2025 15:02:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_6b6d4c556376687168536f~mv2_d_5184_3456_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nobody&apos;s Wife</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>