Isn't it great having sympathetic Gransnetters to turn to when life bites us? I was a latch key kid from the age of 11: we were a single parent family, my disabled mother was frequently hospitalised and my brother( 3 years older) and I lived alone. Neighbours would not get involved and relatives lived too far away to help. My advice is to employ a nice six form girl to stay with your grandson in the evenings to give him a sense of security. Leave dinner and some snacks for them both. Redundant apostrophe added when the dang thing posted itself!
Can’t stop dwelling my problems - obsessive thoughts
I'm now seriously missing out - feeling miffed
I hate the name they're giving her - have to bite my tongue