He-man- who is he? The child strapped to the desk revising solidly? No. He is the grizzly bear to be found biking at the skate park til 1100 pm. He is the grizzly bear who gave me a great big painful bear hug on Thursday night after She-ra went to bed. He is still v angry about her sadness even though we all know it is his dad he is angry with. He has coped with his Dad leaving by blocking it out entirely and denying he even ever had a father.
"Have you filled in my form yet?" is a mantra that ends all my conversations with my sister. She offered to give me a reference for a dating site after I plucked up huge amount of courage to fill in the damn application form. 8 weeks later I am still waiting. Maybe I am just that bad and she is just saving me from further humiliation.
I have been shouty mum, which I hate, but we ended on Friday OK with daughter and I playing Banagrams in the kitchen ( the only warm room in the new house ) . If you saw She-ra on Friday you would have seen a very happy girl, especially as she managed to get into a pair of trousers she thought she couldn't. (But then she hasn't eaten properly all week.) As opposed to the tear stained face staring up at you from the sofa where she has hunkered down all week. I have an emergency appointment with counselling team on Thurs for She-ra who is now saying she doesn't want to see anyone. She-ra is depressed and fluctuates between moods not helped by teenage hormones on the rampage. She recently confessed to wanting to die as she couldn't face a life with the thoughts she has in her head. Not something a mother wants to hear and it floored me with the worry button going off the scale. Thanks Mr Ex for leaving so spectacularly and for the mop up mission to be a sole journey for my good self sailing solo on board the Good Ship Parenthood as we head towards the choppy seas of TeenageHood.