Today is my youngest son’s birthday. He is two years old. So much has happened in the time since he was born I have found it difficult to not think about it all. Busy trying to stay happyhappy and buoyed up for the boys, when really part of me just wanted to slink off into a corner and feel sorry for myself. In the past two years I have: had pretty damn awful post-natal depression. taken care of a husband with severe depression. got a job. had to leave a job (cause a certain husband wasn’t taking care of our…

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Trust

Trust

I am a single mum. Most of you know that. The ex (who shall now be known as Twatface or the sperm donor) called … View Post
Hello World!

Hello World!

Welcome to softthistle.net, my new domain, both in name and nature. This site will be a work in progress as I go along, … View Post