I might as well have a little moan whilst I'm here. My family (Mother and Hubby, Brother and wife) yes the Christian ones who both live within four minutes walking distance have not once offered to feed my kids or bring round something for my kids to eat in a week of me being seriously ill. Now if I was a member of their
So they offer "Can I get you any shopping in?" "Sure, yeah . . . I can't even walk to the kitchen let alone cook, you arseholes" O God help me. And I mean that. Please God help me . . . Please can I just be well enough to care for my kids? I can't afford Take-away every night.
I won't have to because I have a feeling the Dr will be sending me to hospital tomorrow. I don't want to go. I just watched my only Aunty die there of Emphysema in October last year. We
Last week I was moaning about my life, my addiction, being trapped . . . All I had to do was stop.
Now I have stopped. I have no desire to use or score . . . Just to breathe. Would you believe it.
Please God that I might wake tomorrow and be well. Or a little better?