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Liars Liars by Frances Vick
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“slightly gin-coherent,”
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“A smile says you’re in control. A smile hides the ruin within. A smile buys time.”
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“When you’ve experienced abuse, it’s very difficult to understand safety, permanence, comfort. When you’ve experienced abuse, it colours everything, alters your perceptions. To this day I can’t, hand on heart, say I feel safe.”
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“Maybe your mind waits until you’re safe to process all the unsafe memories?”
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“He doesn’t have a Freddie.’ ‘Not sure he wants a Freddie.’ ‘Everyone wants a Freddie.”
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“I AM NOT A BAD PERSON FOR PUTTING ME FIRST. That’s what I want to leave you with today. Write it down, on your hand, spell it out in fridge magnets, send yourself an email – do whatever you want to tell yourself that today, OK? You are important. You deserve a space in the world. You can come first.”
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“I try to earn love by being ‘useful’, ‘kind’, ‘reliable’ and ‘a good listener’. Selflessness is the currency I use to buy acceptance and avoid rejection.”
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“When you look after a relative, when you’re a carer, you’re so removed from other people. You exist in a realm of sickness, age, worry. It’s debilitating.”
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“that they wanted to see me. A lie of omission is still a lie.”
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“The truth is the only thing that will set you free.”
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“Was this still Home? Home is where the heart dies. Home is where the hatred lies. You can’t go home again.”
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“Proud and loved and warm.”
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“She was wonderful. She was tall, like me, and lean. She looked like someone who ran, someone who worked out, even though she didn’t. I’ve inherited that from her. I’m very lucky.”
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“I did Bring Myself Up. I am self-made. But, sometimes – often – especially now, I feel like a child’s first attempt at pottery – all misshapen and dented. The kind of thing only a mother would be proud of. Let me tell you about my mum.”
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“What does a person think about on the morning their mother dies? What will I remember? Some people get a call from a relative, or the hospital. Some people are there, at the deathbed, to hear, miss, hate or cherish those last moments. I didn’t get any of that.”
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