Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after. Hi, I'm Laura. You might know me as the wife of a professional footballer, but this story isn’t just about the man behind the jersey. It’s about the woman beside it. After years of living and learning abroad, juggling life as a mother, partner, and working [...]
Nearly twenty years ago, Cyprus was supposed to be just one football season. Instead, it became the place where Hans and I truly became a team, where friendships turned into family, and where I first saw the side of professional football nobody really talks about. Beautiful beaches, unpaid salaries, strange situations, unexpected loyalty, and even a run-in with the police, some stories stay with you forever.
I lost weight on carnivore. Great. But that’s probably the least interesting thing it did for me. The real transformation happened somewhere no before-and-after photo can show: inside my head. Less noise. Stable energy. No constant battle with food. The weight loss was simply a bonus. The quiet mind is why I stayed.
Somewhere along the way, the noise disappeared. My hormones became steady, my mind became quiet, and apparently… my filter packed its bags too. Was it the protein? Carnivore? Healing from trauma? I honestly don’t know. I just know I’m not the same woman anymore, and I don’t think I want her back.
Apparently the problem isn't that I used to live on burgers, fries and cookies. The problem started when I replaced them with steak. Funny how healthy choices suddenly make everyone a nutrition expert.
I saw one photo of a rescue dog from Turkey... and somehow already knew he belonged with us. Looking back, this wasn't the first time my gut completely ignored logic, and I'm starting to think my husband never really got a vote.
Every year I seem to book a holiday that's harder to find than the last. Last year it was a tipi in the middle of nowhere. This year it was an off-grid farmhouse in Italy, surrounded by wild boars, wolves, and complete silence. Maybe it's a cry for help... or maybe I've finally figured out what peace actually feels like.
The Woman Behind the Jersey 