Today, my children woke up, we had breakfast around the table, they relaxed in a warm clean house playing before lunch and then breezy walk on beach with dog. Home to supper, bath and story before bed. Nothing out of the ordinary and our lives aren’t perfect. Husband left for OW five years ago although they do see him EOW BUT it is night and day difference to my childhood where I didn’t know what I was wakening up to on a Sunday morn - drunks in living room, drugs on the floor of which I was terrified of my younger siblings getting, parents not so much, hungover adults everywhere. Police calling, more alcohol throughout the day. Drugs being taken upstairs whilst children were in living room. Dirty house, no structure to the day. This is not a pity party, I realise my parents needed help but having children has made me realise how much I had to battle to stay afloat as a young child and it’s so upsetting at times.