My son got into bed for a quick cuddle before the usual school routine this morning. He said 'I love you mummy', sighed then 'I wish we could move'. To which I get the pang of that Mummy Guilt - You see, we live in an intolerable place where there have been so many incidences of bullying/intimidation to self and children, our property being set on fire, property stolen etc etc etc that we do all we can to avoid the place. I do my best to limit the effect it has had on them over the years but I feel those threads starting to loosen as if it is all going to just fall apart. My children are feeling it and that was what I wanted to avoid. I feel quite like just giving up. I feel I have tried - I HAVE tried but I'm absolutely no further along. Does everything need to fall apart and hits the depths of an abyss before anything will get better?