I have always given people second chances but these days I am a lot less tolerant of abusive behaviour.
I have a much more accepting attitude to youngsters than I do to fully-fledged “adults”. Shame they have all that energy to spare for such things. I take comfort in the fact the majority of people are generally wrong about things.
I tried to remember JFK who said, “Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country.”
I have tried to be straight up with people.
What is the point in owning my story?
At the moment I am almost past the point of caring. All I wanted was to enjoy what I knew would be a last few months with my youngsters. Nothing could ever compensate for feeling like I missed out on that.