I’m blogging loads today but it feels like on my non anniversary I have to get this stuff out.
I feel full of it, like he’s busting out of my every pore.
Like if I start screaming I’m never gonna stop.
I just been hit by a shocking realisation.
I’m sitting playing Lego with little bro.
Little bro is 12.
I was 12 when I went home and told my dad I was going to marry dipstick.
What life choices can you make at 12.
12 – I’m shocked.
I still miss him.