I can’t get this song out of my head. It’s like as if it’s talking to my soul everyday and saying it will be okay, you know him best, others don’t understand. You have always loved his blue eyes and those strong hands that have held you for years. Those hands are magic and you…… Continue reading I cried for you, too
He never forgave me for losing his Pink Floyd – Wish you were here, limited edition postcard that he had sacrificed by sending to me all those years ago – and could not believe it when I told him I must have thrown it out – he was genuinely shitty with me over that and often mentioned it over the years.
‘Please don’t put that in your blog, for f*&k sake Mum!’ But I am and she doesn’t know. ‘Cause it is some sort of watershed moment when you can discuss sex with your 23 year old daughter. And not just sex, but the ins and outs (oh, yes, easy pun) of sleeping with someone who satisfies…… Continue reading Mother and Daughter discuss ‘one night stands’
So now you are happily planning the rest of your life, and I am paralysed in mine. Your sister has provided you with a job, a salary and the freedom to do as you wish, and I am stuck in a job with an egotistical manic, telling me how best to portray him, as if…… Continue reading Is this really your fault?
It’s been two weeks now. The days begin to blend into one, but I am still here in this nightmare. You left the hospital after eight days and are now in a recovery home, for a couple of weeks. So far, you’ve been there five days. My feelings for you change daily. I’m struggling with everything and…… Continue reading Day 14 – Be strong they said
The phone keeps ringing and people are dropping in to make sure i am okay. I am okay. It’s like another job trying to make sure I’ve spoken to every necessary. Each time I speak, my stomach churns and I cry at certain points of my story. This is now how I had imagined my…… Continue reading Day three, I’m okay, what about you?
They call me at 6.00am to tell me he’s been admitted to the Psychiatric ward. I am so relieved, yet terrified at the same time. Jen and I had gone home at 4.30am and I’d fallen asleep for an hour or so and then woke in fright when the phone rang. “Bloody men!” Jen said when…… Continue reading Merry Christmas everyone , 2013
Dear Bootcamp, I have a confession to make. I got bored with you and didn’t know what to say. I tried to get back to you, but other things got in the way. You kept looking at me from the corner of my screen and I just avoided you. I didn’t know what to say.…… Continue reading Can we build a bridge and get over it?
The Lotus Shoe 