That bloody poem she’s just posted is the finish for me. Perhaps it resonates with other forces families but keep it for them and don’t share this pity post in the wider world. In the wider world where people are coping with bereavements. Sarah, your children still have a dad, can still be excited about seeing him and about future plans with him. Christmas will still be fun and exciting for them. For so many families this time is about endurance only. Be happy on your grid by all means but don’t be a victim for once. It’s so so so insensitive.
Try to be grateful that Pugwash’s boots aren’t by the door because they’re on his bloody feet because he is alive and kicking!
Try to imagine if they were sitting by the door because he’ll never be there to wear them again.
Her self absorption and self pity are truly next level.
Try to be grateful that Pugwash’s boots aren’t by the door because they’re on his bloody feet because he is alive and kicking!
Try to imagine if they were sitting by the door because he’ll never be there to wear them again.
Her self absorption and self pity are truly next level.
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