We lived in a house that was alive with sound, activity and fear.
There was always something going on, school activities, dance classes, sport of all different types.
It was a constant cycle of going here and there, preparing lunches, taking a child to some appointment and cooking dinner, for eight on a nightly basis was an effort when you think we worked as well.
You’d think in a household where so much was going on you could never be lonely, but it was a reality. With so many relying on you, there was never time for yourself and when there was it was taken with a sense of guilt for being selfish and not at the beck and call of those around you.
I lived with a woman who was essentially a baby machine. She liked to be pregnant but beyond that showed a disinterest in the children except…
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