I am now drunk and I will not be ashamed of what I am about to say
I once had this director who used to say to me "I know who wears the pants in your house", he also asked me out for a fight in a meeting because I disagreed with him. When I stood up and said "OK in here or outside - no police or lawyers, let's do it" he backed down.
I say all if that to establish bloke credentials because.
These boots, £295 of gorgeous tan Italian nubuk leather with vibram soles and glove leather interior - to fucking die for, or walk 5 miles in. They even came with their own maintenance kit.
I nearly shit out of going, I asked to go before my X came in to be told of the outcome because I'm shit scared to be in the same room. Our first time in court I was loaded up on diazepam from my GP because I had difficulty coping.
Men are easy to deal with; Mano a Mano, that's how I was brought up. This stuff has fucked with my head, Seperation, courts, Child protection, police , irresponsible behaviour from my ex, single parent to 2 messed up dds, trying to get then to a health happy place. Making sure they are OK on a daily basis. and that they are safe. Getting my arse to work dealing with some fucking difficult needy bastards who need a kick in the balls and told not to be manchildren.
I've had to learn how to deal with first periods and washing the result, I'll be better with dd2 (I hope)
Fucking rock
Fucking hard place
Me in the fucking middle
Sorry I've unloaded, it's the drink