Once a year, I have a couple of nights away to meet up with a group of friends who all live far away from me, that I met when we all worked abroad together over twenty years ago.
Occasionally if the flights haven’t worked out, then it’s been three nights.
It’s something I really look forward to, and feel really lucky that I’m able to do it. Always have a brilliant time.
But my god, on that last day I am absolutely dying to get back to my kids. And they are absolutely dying for me to come home to them.
I just cannot get my head round her choosing to stay away for so long, so far away, getting off her head with people she hardly knows, and doing this several times a year into the bargain! My kids would be crying their little hearts out. A mother having the urge to behave this way is just so alien to me. Goes against every motherly instinct.
She is one fucked up mess of a person. Those poor little girls. She has fucked them up for life.