Just an occasional thought but worries me all the same.
I have made a lovely new friend and she took me round her house yesterday. So some time soon I’ll show her mine/have coffee etc.
I have two gorgeous DC - this sounds completely stupid but I almost feel as if I have made them up.
Is it because I think I’m not worthy to have had them?
Years ago, at university, I felt the same. That I was almost imagining I was there.
It’s odd don’t you think?