Is Bears third birthday. I should be happy and excited and proud and a bit wistful.
Instead I feel scrunched up inside with sadness.
I miss my Mum.
There. I said it. It’s all so bloody complicated, and there’s no easy answer, and actually there is no answer at all. It’s a long long story, which you may or may not be familiar with. But suffice to say picking up the phone isn’t really an option.
And I miss her.
Even if she wasn’t the person I thought she was all those years.
