The Boy Between: A Mother and Son's Journey From a World Gone Grey

by Josiah Hartley

After all, millions of women all over the world since the beginning of humanity had had babies, how hard could it be? That makes me laugh.

It was as if each thought had to be dragged through thick, sticky treacle, making every idea sluggish.

in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.’ F. Scott Fitzgerald

Ah yes, my old friend sleep, my security blanket, my happy (ish) place, my haven . . . sleep. It was all I could think about.

It was almost as if my flat existed in a different space, like a boulder in a stream, stuck in stillness whilst time flowed around it.

In my absence he felt able to take complete control without intervention or hesitation and also that my sometimes overly emotional responses helped no one, especially Josh.