Do you ever think about the years gone by, the things that happened and how far you’ve come? Well, half my life ago I had just turned seventeen, it was two weeks before Christmas and I was homeless. You see, my parents had split up the weekend before my GCSEs started the summer before and by the time I started college in September my relationship with my mother had reached…
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As a family we are always talking about the future. It’s something that comes up in conversation quite often with LP and Little Man saying what they think will happen when they grow up, where they’ll go, who they’ll live with and the things they will see and do. It’s so nice hearing them talk about their future, with literally their whole lives stretching out ahead of them. So when…
I’ve written a few times before about my love hate relationship with water. I love the idea of being in a pool but when it comes down to it, I usually last ten minutes before getting back out again. This is mainly because I never learnt to swim as a child, I cobbled together a very slight swimming ability over the years but I don’t enjoy being in the water…
When I was younger, it was all about the grand gestures. As a child, there’s nothing quite like receiving a gift of the latest toy or a new bike. Even as a teenager and young adult, I was swept off my feet when boyfriends spent a fortune on me. I’m not sure when it happened, but these days the little things mean so much more. That’s not to say that…
Often I’ll be talking to Dave, friends or new acquaintances and something will come up in conversation where I’ll say ‘yeah, we did that, you know, before kids’. It’ll be an experience, a holiday, city break or even a West End show and it will bring up memories of this time BK. Before Kids. When it was just Dave and I. It’s as if there’s a line drawn through your…
I’ve never seen myself as part of a modern family before. Growing up I had a Mum, a Step-Dad and two half brothers. One of my brothers saw his Dad on weekends and I only met my biological Dad for the first time when I was seventeen. Back then, when I was growing up, it was still a bit of a taboo to be divorced, to remarry, to have anything…
Growing up I had to tell everyone that I only had one brother. My parents told me to not mention my oldest brother at all, to act like he didn’t exist and to only talk about him at home. But, I had another brother. He was ten years older than me but he wasn’t around much when I was growing up. My first real memory of him was when he…
