She’s told me throughout my life that I’ll amount to nothing and die alone.

I have grieved the loss of an entire unit, not just my dad.  

My mum flew past me, her tiny frame racing through the front door into the cold Christmas night. She was just gone.

I think I’m already grieving our bond.

He sent me a text saying that he could no longer keep in touch – I was heartbroken.

I think I’m already grieving our bond.

I still have a little piece of my ear missing, because my mother would bite it sometimes.

When he did die, to my surprise, I did not regret my decision.

When I saw my dad’s anger explode into that physical outburst, I felt sick.