This morning I have been asked to help him - which I am happy to do. Problem being every time I am, I'm receiving little abrupt comments which stab straight into my heart. I am trying to keep laughing and playing because this morning, on a personal level, I looked at my body and felt disgusted at the shape and the pain feels like a troll is hanging off my back after he took a rolling pin and battered my body.
These little comments would they really bother me if I wasn't ill? Would I just brush them aside and answer him back if I had more strength? At the moment each one clings to me with the troll and each from each stab my heart is now sinking.
Better plug in the laptop battery is running low.
Thanks for letting me have a whingey whine, again. x
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