I’m feeling a bit sad. My oldest son is having a truly terrible time. He blurted out all his feelings about the crisis to us on a car journey to see family a few weeks ago. I didn’t enjoy listening but was glad he felt able to unburden himself. Apparently after drinking he did the same to a favourite aunt. (It was almost like once the cork was out of the bottle he couldn’t contain himself.) That’s fine too, she loves him very much. My sadness is because along with telling her about his current situation he also told her about his feelings about his sister and how he hated her and her behaviour towards the family, particularly the affect it had on me. I knew my youngest son felt like this but was shocked to hear that he also felt so strongly. He also confided that he felt that his father wasn’t there for us and I was unsupported. He did go on to say that his feelings towards his dad have softened and he realises that he was hard on him and that they now have a close relationship, especially through these difficult two years. She said he cried for hours. I feel really terrible that I obviously failed in sheltering my children from my feelings at the time. I wish she hadn’t shared any of this with me. I don’t want any advice really but along with feeling a bit sad it’s made me realise that how we all can interpret the same situation very differently. (My siblings certainly see our childhood very differently.) perhaps Philip Larkin was right in this be the verse I remember being determined that I’d give my children a happier childhood than I had. I’m sad that I obviously failed.
Morecambe and Wise - the lost tape


for morethan and family.