"Who knows what you need. You're a nightmare. Get some therapy". I shouted at the children when I found 11 socks, 3 pairs of (too obviously worn) knickers and a spilled glass of milk in the family room I have newly created for them in the former dining room. This makes me Crazy-Britney, of course. I am broken and must be fixed.
With my perspex-and-steel heart and my cold submarine impervious exterior I am cheery, I am efficient, I am fun, I am fine. Just dandy.
I know what I need, it's the same thing I've always needed. Finding it, that's been the challenge. I am doing ok I think, piecing it together in little bits, a part here, a part there. I have blossomed in the sunshine of kindness and care and that is a start.
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