JarvisCockerSpaniel
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It’s Mother’s Day on Sunday isn’t it?
I’m not going to be surprised if the ‘trauma’ gets an article in YOU magazine. It’ll go something like this:
‘i find Louise reclining on her sumptuous velvet nursing chair, placed underneath the streaming sunlight in her baby boy’s nursery. The infant is nowhere to be seen, and Louise fixes me with her perfectly made-up eyes. “Of course, I never nursed here” she begins, coral-painted lips wobbling. “At the time I should have been instagramming that first feed, I was dying. Dying! I forget why, but I clung to life, barely, simply because I happened to be at the peak level of fitness beforehand, and of course, I’m quite beautiful. A fatter, plainer woman would have died”. She sweeps a manicured hand across her contoured cheeks, brushing away a delicate tear.
I’m not going to be surprised if the ‘trauma’ gets an article in YOU magazine. It’ll go something like this:
‘i find Louise reclining on her sumptuous velvet nursing chair, placed underneath the streaming sunlight in her baby boy’s nursery. The infant is nowhere to be seen, and Louise fixes me with her perfectly made-up eyes. “Of course, I never nursed here” she begins, coral-painted lips wobbling. “At the time I should have been instagramming that first feed, I was dying. Dying! I forget why, but I clung to life, barely, simply because I happened to be at the peak level of fitness beforehand, and of course, I’m quite beautiful. A fatter, plainer woman would have died”. She sweeps a manicured hand across her contoured cheeks, brushing away a delicate tear.