Tag Archives: Blame

Leaving

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My first doctors appointment, checking in appointment, and everything else with the exception of the birth and the scans, I was alone. I remember weeping, hidden in the toilets of Mothercare, alone, surrounded by couples and families, exuberant grandparents grabbing and exclaiming at blankets, tiny pairs of socks. I felt her move inside me and pushed a trolley around alone, gathering moses basket, blankets, sheets, steriliser, baby monitor and all the other essentials. I’d gotten the grant I’d been forced to use to buy them the previous day as I’d been made redundant in my 13th week and was struggling financially by this stage. It couldn’t wait, I knew the money … Continue reading →

One Million Reps

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So, on Monday I saw my best bud from uni and took great joy in telling him; “Hey, here’s a sentence we’ve been waiting to hear me say for a while- ‘I’m going to therapy tomorrow!’”. And we had a good laugh and, yeah. Very little else was said about it. That’s the way it is though I suppose. That’s what my blog is for, airing out all the stuff that the real world aren’t really sure how to react to. Yesterday, that something was therapy. Or counselling I suppose. Whatever name you wish to give going to your doctors surgery and chatting to a man you’ve never met for … Continue reading →

Last Text Of The Day

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Before I go to sleep tonight, I have just picked up my phone and sent a quick text to my Mum, letting her know that Chops is sound asleep, we are both ok and Chops has not been poorly this evening. As I put my phone down I feel that pang in my chest. Sadness, rage, loss, disappointment, confusion, fury and so many other emotions hit me in the chest for just a fraction of a second, as it crossed my mind, however briefly that you have no idea about this. I text my Mum last night before bed, we spoke today before her lesson so I could relay what … Continue reading →

Absent Familiy

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You probably know if you’ve read my blog before (I thank you) that I’m not in contact with my daughters father, (if not it’s here if you need bringing up to speed). I’m very lucky in that I have both of my parents nearby, Mum in Buxton, 5 minutes away from me and her husband, and Dad in Manchester with his wife and two step-sisters. My sister lives in Buxton, as do my Aunt and three cousins. My brother has been living on the Isle of Skye for the last 7 months but now he’s back and living in Buxton too. So I’m lucky. Her Dad might have opted out but … Continue reading →

Nope, no extra crazy here today thank you!

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So, today has been an official pyjama day in the house of myself & Chops. I have done no housework, no proper stuff, not even got dressed- either of us! We have just chilled out in our pyjamas and do you know what, it was exactly what we needed. We haven’t had any days where we just do nothing together without anyone or anything else interrupting us in ages and sometimes it good to just be together without any extras. And then along comes an ex boyfriend and pisses all over my chips. Here’s the story. When I was 21, I spent half of my 2nd year at uni living in Wagga … Continue reading →

Blaming The Jones’

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I have already written yesterday about Finding April Jones. But having only been up with my daughter for an hour some of the tweets and opinions I’ve seen flying around have made me so worked up I felt I had to say more. To those of you out there who are shouting your mouths off about “Where were her parents?”, “Why was she playing out alone at that time of night?”. Yes. I know these are valid points. I know my daughter wouldn’t be out alone at that time. But are you honestly telling me, that you have NEVER lost sight of your child, not even for one second? Last … Continue reading →