What’s the validation for spending two weekends on the trot up north? I was actually gobsmacked that she left Abbie on her settling in day at Secondary School (where Abbie is the only one going from her primary school… I’ve been there and it’s fucking HARD). Talked about feeling sick worrying about Abbie, then in the next story she’s on the fucking tube heading up North. She’s an absolute dick. I’ve never had a weekend away from my kid, in 7 years. And I have one. And I work. Fuck off Lil, with worrying about ‘putting yourself first’. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE!!!!!!
Sorry for the ‘effing, but this twat winds me up something chronic. I
know depression doesn’t discriminate, but she is so fucking dense.
I’d give my right arm to be in her position. Her lack of self awareness, astounds me.
That includes the opportunity to see Girls Aloud!!!
Sorry for the rant