Tag: relationships

Fuckery bollocks I’m still awake -my son’s school was closed today (Monday- not catching me out like that!!) I’ve dealt with ponies, sheep, a weather warning, a geriatric crisis (who is awesome) my mother and a building crisis whilst learning how to help my most awesome child with algebra, fractions, and fucking nth numbers, prime numbers, square numbers a bad tummy and my epileptic spaniel with hydrocephalus and a fuck ton of meds whilst researching dementia care assessments and nailing red wine. I haven’t showered, I don’t think I’ve taken my meds and tomorrow is looking like today. Found a job I won’t get but need to get someone normal to sort the CV – £135 – unlikely but the council will be left in no uncertain terms once they’ve made their care assessment for my multigenerational commune family that they should have assessed her while she was in hospital and I wasn’t there

They always look incredulous when you mention quality of life,hours, manager, process and appeal

Fucktards and jobsworths – they’re so focussed on saving money you’d think they worked in the private sector. I vaguely recall having a moment of respect for Keir Starmer – I think he mentioned culling the middle management in the public sector to start it’s recovery – then silence…………….twat

The real reason I’m oversharing is that one (I have a selection) of my worst case ever scenarios is playing out in real life and the beautiful boy I am so terrified of fucking up is now, right now, dealing with the dissolution of the one solid always – his parents separating. This was a soul, character, existence altering event for me and my brother and has always been at the very top of my things – not to do if you care list – big fuck off hazard sign “Will Break Something”

Unfortunately, the home environment was becoming a worse option for my son. For some reason, the man I married 14 years ago, an empathetic, caring, kind human who saw me and all my failures but wanted me anyway, has morphed into the most closed minded, selfish, entitled, judgemental prick whose dislike of me has become pathological -HOW DO I PROTECT MY BOY?

Normally I’m a blunt instrument but I have a loaded danger pointing at my child – anything wrong and he has a harder time – I’m waiting on professional help but this horrific. I’ll know the outcome in about 10 years and while my brother and I are obviously awesome we are both deeply flawed beings who I think may have stood a better chance if my dad hadn’t pissed off with my riding instructor!!!!!!!!!!