Sundays are always hardest..
This used to be my favourite day of the week…Spending every minute of the day with him. I’d wake up in his arms,have a great day, right now we’d be watching a film, i’d fall asleep in his arms and then he’d leave. I miss that. I miss just being held..
So i guess this is my story..
I had a great childhood and grew up living with my sister and my mum. When i was like 4 my mum got with Matty and i grew up calling him dad. When i was 12 my mum cheated on him and as a result they split up, this hurt me as much as to me he was my dad. They remained friends and even though she had a new boyfriend he would still come round. None of my family know this so I can’t talk about it but...