Beansontoast10
Member
I've never posted here before but have sat and read alot of posts feeling relived there's others who can see through her fakeness! I used to think I must be so miserable or a hater when everyone I spoke to sung her praises and I couldn't understand how they couldn't see it was all a marketing ploy.
Like alot of people I was a keen follower in the start buying my minkys and scrubdaddys, her books and feeling so overwhelmed when my house wasn't spotless and I wasn't able to make bloody puffpasty spinach pies for lunch everyday. This thread title caught my attention cause not long ago I was homeless living in a hotel with my daughter and partner. We could barely afford to eat and now we're finally in a home of own seeing Mrs hinch brag brag brag and complain about how hard life is I had to unfollow. She has no idea. We feel lucky to have dinner on the table every night even if that is beans on toast or ham and cheese toasties. When youve been homeless you appreciate everything. Our home isn't perfect but it's a home and I don't think that's something she'll ever experience. To me a home is mismatching ornaments you've collected over the years, the sound of your kids laughter and toys sprawled everywhere, last night's dishes still on the side cause real people with real jobs and lives are tired and understand it is normal to have mess (not random loo rolls thrown on the landing to create her tend mess to be relateable).
I am so sick of seeing grey and beige everywhere, where's the colour in the kids room? I bet they won't be allowed to make a mess or it'll ruin her aesthetic! So many of us are saving to be able to decorate just one room yet she's done the whole house in one go. People are choosing between gas and electric, food and petrol and she's swanning around between her two homes bragging about shopping hauls when that's most people's monthly budget for essentials. I'm just so glad I found this place to know other people feel the same.
Like alot of people I was a keen follower in the start buying my minkys and scrubdaddys, her books and feeling so overwhelmed when my house wasn't spotless and I wasn't able to make bloody puffpasty spinach pies for lunch everyday. This thread title caught my attention cause not long ago I was homeless living in a hotel with my daughter and partner. We could barely afford to eat and now we're finally in a home of own seeing Mrs hinch brag brag brag and complain about how hard life is I had to unfollow. She has no idea. We feel lucky to have dinner on the table every night even if that is beans on toast or ham and cheese toasties. When youve been homeless you appreciate everything. Our home isn't perfect but it's a home and I don't think that's something she'll ever experience. To me a home is mismatching ornaments you've collected over the years, the sound of your kids laughter and toys sprawled everywhere, last night's dishes still on the side cause real people with real jobs and lives are tired and understand it is normal to have mess (not random loo rolls thrown on the landing to create her tend mess to be relateable).
I am so sick of seeing grey and beige everywhere, where's the colour in the kids room? I bet they won't be allowed to make a mess or it'll ruin her aesthetic! So many of us are saving to be able to decorate just one room yet she's done the whole house in one go. People are choosing between gas and electric, food and petrol and she's swanning around between her two homes bragging about shopping hauls when that's most people's monthly budget for essentials. I'm just so glad I found this place to know other people feel the same.