A borderline adventure

 My mum....... Does she deserve that name? She was a hugely important part of my life at one time. During my teen years, I placed her on a pedestal and wanted to be like her. I didn't know her but I thought that if I was more like her, she would somehow realise and come back for me. She left me with my grandmother when I was eight for an entire summer. I didn't think she was coming back and was quite content to go between my grandmother's and great grandmother's home, being fed decent meals and getting compliments. Looking back, that was probably the happiest time of my life. Possibly the only period where I wasn't plagued with fear and self disgust. Sadly my mother did drag me out of there eventually with my great grandmother pleading with her to stop while trying to grab me from her wheelchair. My mother said that we could get mcdonalds and that was enough to encourage me to go. She never did get me the mcdonalds. Life quickly reverted to what it had always been w...

 Danny wasn't my first long term relationship. I wish he was because at least being really young would go some way to mitigating the absurd way I felt and still feel about him. He's the one I always look back on sweetly despite the relationship being primarily focused on sex, drugs and alcohol. One look at his stupid face and all the bad stuff recedes from my memory. I saw his face recently on a newspaper article, only after googling him after being told that he'd been to prison recently. Apparently he had taken a number of temazepam (always his drug of choice) and decided to go driving around causing thousands of pounds of damage to other people's cars and electric fences. Hardly surprising behaviour from him but my heart still leapt when I saw his mugshot. His dopey smirk and dirty blonde curls looked a little different to the giant mohawk he sported when we were together but the eyes were the same. I wasn't surprised to read about his prison sentence. I remember ...