J, you're a fucking parasite. You and your entire brood of kids. I swear you have Munchausen by proxy and no matter how you dress it up she is not YOUR "mum", she's not even your mother-in-law. And no matter what her ds and gc are far more important than you and your dramas.
P, you're another fucking parasite. Pursing your lips like a cats arse and breaking apart a family. I hope you're enjoying your sneaky £2k a month rinsed from him. He may not give a shit anymore and you may call us vultures, but we see you and just know, no matter how much money you steal have, money can't buy class. I genuinely had to double take when I watched Cinderella the other day because for a good few minutes I thought it was you, J and S on stage... not the wicked sm.
K, stop martyring yourself. Your intentions are half good but your always put for yourself and how you're perceived. I know the minute gc come along we'll be dropped in an instant. You're not her, you're not much like her and no matter how much you tell yourself you are, you'll never be.
D, I wish you'd just get on with it already. I love you and I want you around, but you're not and haven't been for a long time. I hate seeing you so sad, in pain and being taken for a rude. Equally if you've left her everything, you're a fool and not the man I thought you were.
Oooh, that was cathartic.