The Revenge Fuck

I feel slightly tricked into it, a bit sick and also exhilarated: I have just pressed send and submitted my homework.

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‘How Was Florence?’

I’d driven 45 minutes to get to my mother’s house. The rest of the weekend had been spent largely in bed.

‘Please May I Have A Cup Of Tea?’

‘I’d like some toast, please.’ This was me and my children.

Concessions​ to Womanhood – Breasts and Bras

I used to be pretty much completely flat chested. I regarded bras as (in my case anyway) uncomfortable and unnecessary. So I didn’t wear one.  

A Miserable Bleeder Believing in an Upward Trajectory

My son and I row about this. I think that – in general – things get better.

I Wasn’t Always Fat

But I always, always, always thought I was.

A Happy Pig

I used to wish I were dead. Not so much that I would have done away with myself, because I have children, but I felt I could not go on. I also used to wish he’d died. Died instead of leaving us.