The c word – Day 292

There was a moment of discomfort during my writing class today when the person whose work we were supposed to discuss didn’t show up. The tutor chose to talk about my submission instead and had I known this would be the case, I would’ve taken out the rude bits. Most notably the c word.

I was asked to read out my 500 words and stopped short of the said four-letter word. I don’t mind people knowing I have written utter filth, but saying it out loud to a roomful of people is another matter.

It’s been a lovely day, but I’ve felt sad too. I’ve been thinking about Jack a lot and trying to make sense of his untimely death. I didn’t manage to. His story is such a head fuck and there were details I found out yesterday that I would rather forget.

My husband is sizzling his way into my good books right now by cooking chicken fajitas for the family. He has a lot of gold stars right now. I still feel enormously grateful that he came to Jack’s funeral with me. It was a long way away and seeing as Jack made it patently obvious that he didn’t much like my husband, it was big of him to make the effort.

That’s all from me today.

Personal manifesto

Love is all I need.

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