Sunday, August 17, 2008
Woes
"I was telling my Mum about your situation," BestFriend says. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like you're - pregnant."I laugh. "Oh no, it's fine. What were you telling her?"
"Just about your illness, and how MadFather's lost his job and is a bit depressed..."
"Ah," I say. "That."
"Yes. Anyway, she asked whether your mum was around and I was like - can of worms - but basically no, she left ages ago. And she's bonkers."
I laugh again. "True."
"And you know what she said?"
"Hmm?"
"She said it just sounds like you need someone to - you know - look after you. Without anything in return. So you stop feeling guilty."
The sentence is so true that the air stills around it. Tears well into my eyes and spill into the bath.
"In an ideal world," I say.
Labels: illness
by billygean.co.uk at 11:27 PM |
1 Comments:
BF is perceptive at worst. *hugs* From someone who is apparently at war with his own mum, my sympathies. I don't think anyone ever wishes to have it this way.
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