Seeing the look of confusion pass over my five-year-old son’s face was heartbreaking. ‘Mummy, why don’t you want to play with me?’ he asked.
After a long and trying day, I’d cracked and told him I didn’t have the energy to do a puzzle. In fact, I didn’t have the energy to do anything and just wanted to be left alone.
Noah didn’t understand what was going on. I looked like Mummy, but I certainly wasn’t acting like her. Why was this Mummy constantly sloping out of the room to collapse on the sofa or snapping at him to be quiet?
Where was
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