: About Me

Dad I pull up outside the small white bungalow, barely enough petrol to get me through the day. I sit there for a moment. That slight feeling of dread in my stomach and tinge of humiliation at having arrived at this house where they are. The happy family. Sometimes I don't know whether I do this because of duty, because I want to or because I like torturing myself. But here I come every fortnightwell, almost every fortnight. Once or twice I haven't been able to face it. But what does she expect with everything I've been through recently. Anyway, another day of not knowing what the hell to ...