I have lurked around this thread for ages and never thought I'd actually make an account but I wanted to say exactly this
She makes no sense. I thought she had the bespoke birthday month of dreams. Parties, holidays, best ever time, spa days, blah
bleeping blah but after all the expense and everything being incredible, June was a crazy month thats left her feeling meh and she couldn't wait to get back to the topsy turvy house of horrors, swinging max's shite around and posting filtered pics of Big O whilst pretending to be a big time influencer. She's not right in the head.
Shall I tell you about my month Truff...my Dad died, my Mum doesn't want to live anymore and my actual job that I mostly love ( and that actually pays a good living) has stressed me out so much it's giving me chest pains and insomnia but guess what, I still don't
bleeping moan, I just deal with the crap and crack the crack on. You stink Truff. Your clothes stink, your kids clothes probably stink and your whole attitude to life stinks. Read the wiki.