I’m sat here broken and sobbing.
I just had one of the most humiliating experiences a person can have, and the worst part?
It won’t be the last time.
It’s a sunny Tuesday afternoon. I’ve just had my hair done for the first time in a year; my boyfriend arrives tomorrow and we are off on holiday with the family at the weekend. I’m smiling, and excited as I park my van near my daughters school, ready to collect my children. In the playground Mums and Nans tell me how great it is to see me, and how good I’m looking after a week or so off the radar, poorly. It’s quite lovely, and their kindness and words mean the world to me, when I have been feeling so low.
I collect my youngest two, and meander back to the car, noticing a traffic cone on the pavement blocking my…
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