a mean place of cold, where she was free of his demands, even though they really weren’t that onerous, and like a stab from a jagged spear, the harshest of thoughts tore through her mind, that this would be easier to deal with if it had been Dad, not Mum. Pushing the terrible thoughts down as deep as she dared,
I hate myself for saying this, but I understand that emotion, although mines the opposite, and I mean I REALLY hate myself for such a despicable thought!
