Me and my boys spent the evening in the city, had dinner and snuggled into a big bed for the evening. We woke up to a sunny morning and spent it in Winchester - shopping and eating and generally enjoying ourselves.
Then we took Grandad to lunch and the garden centre. It was all going so well until we were just leaving....
A killer blow from my Grandma on behalf of my beloved sister. The whole damn family have an obsession around preventing my happiness.
So I cried on the way home and here I am back to where I started a few weeks ago. Feeling on the edge, with an unhealthy attraction to sharp implements.
2 comments:
Can I ask what Grandma said or is that a trigger? Hang in there.
It's a bit touchy middle child, sorry x
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