No one ever helped me when I was messing stuff up from 16 to 50, not once did my mum or any of my friends ever sit me down and give me any help or advice so I would offer once you’ve both had a few days to step back from the anger to help go through things and see how far off her deposit she realistically is.
I so wish someone had sat me down and told me a few home truths….even though I know I’d have tried to be cool and shrugged it off, it would have helped
What was the name of the corner shop you went to as a child?
Am I being taken for granted, or is this just what being a grandparent is today?




