He laughed about it?Yes, he laughed about it. I could hear him laughing in the background. But I thought he was the one who suggested it.You're right. He was. And he actually LAUGHED about it?Yes. He actually laughed about it. But why did you apologise in the first place?Because it was required of me. Demanded … Continue reading Therapy? Part 4 →

You use those words a lot when talking about your father.Which words do you mean? Hate. Hatred. You use those words a lot.That's because no other words come close to describing his festering animosity. I've looked for synonyms, but nothing competes with 'hatred' for characterising his cold, brutal, inhumanity.You don't know what it feels like … Continue reading Therapy? Part 3 →

The phone rang, and I answered it. It was mum. "Now listen!" she said. "We need your help." It was surprising that mum should phone, because this was during one of those periods when dad had banished me from New College. I had been ostracised six months previously, and wasn't anticipating any contact from them … Continue reading Granny’s Fall →

She had found equilibrium. She was living in a modest studio flat on Warwick Street. One small bedsitting room, together with a separate kitchen and bathroom. Enough space for herself and her dog. (A brief spell working at a Dog Rescue Centre had led to the inevitable acquisition of an Alsatian dog called Ike). The … Continue reading Equilibrium →