The Beautiful Little Things

by Melissa Hill

The forced festive gaiety, the crippling sense of nostalgia and the idea that everything was supposed to be so bloody wonderful.

I had always believed that I could have it all, but lately I’d been thinking that maybe I didn’t want it all.

I will keep on worrying about you for the rest of eternity. It’s what mothers do.

‘I never said you were fat either. If that’s how you took it, then that’s not my problem. So you incorrectly interpreted what I said and you’re being paranoid.

Gaslighter 101