Greetings,
I thought this one was different and wouldn’t abandon me like his brother did but yesterday like Peter with Jesus, my last (official) born child relinquished any hope of receiving a single cent in inheritance.
His crime: Not holding my hand in front of his friends on the school run. This wasn’t a kiss, like I naively tried to do with his brother. This was a special handshake formulated over many months! One that he never lets me leave without doing.
In fact he rode his bike to school. His mother doesn’t let him, but she isn’t here. I let him ride and I jogged, walked and stumbled beside him. We get to the school and I reach out. I want the other kids to see our special bond. The likkle barlhead aired me!!! Just like with his muddah, I don’t read the signal and reach out again. He literally shakes his head, laughs and moves off with his clique of delinquents. My feelings are hurt. I am furious!! Hope he doesn’t expect those trainers he was begging me for, any drink apart from water and he gonna know what the blue bits on the bread taste like.
According to people at work, I am being unreasonable. This is a completely natural, organic part of his development to independence.
Badman DONT CARE.
I can’t be the only victim of this betrayal. I memba when my mum used to more or less spit on her hand to wipe yampi from my eyes outside the church. There was nothing Godly about that. Nobody cared about my feelings. Am I over reacting?
Anyway, tomorrow we gonna talk about why there are so many nail shops popping up everywhere and I’ll tell you where Kate is. 🫅
Laterz…. Have a wonderful and productive day 🌞
