Frustration washed through me as I swung open the door of my cottage and saw it standing there. It stood tall and proud, postcard perfect, somehow giving off an expression of hopefulness on its goosey face. Really, mum? A fucking goose? This has got to stop.

For context, my mother passed away last year, and I have been lost without her. She likely knew this would be the case and so, as the most p...

When I was first swept into Mum's family, I was one. I remember the day I met Mum like it was yesterday. It was a 'core memory', as the young people these days would say. Huddled in a tiny cage, making myself as small as possible, I waited with hope as visitors to the adoption centre's event came and went. Slowly, cats were chosen to go to their forever homes. As the day progressed, I noticed a pa...

You would think that the symptoms of my anxious attachment style would've eased when we began living together. That was nearly two years ago and for most of that time I still couldn't shake the distraction of swirling in my gut when I knew you 'should' be home and yet you weren't.

You finished work at 17:15. I'd be relaxed, watching TV or reading a book, knowing that you were where you were 'suppo...

Ultimately, she decided to marry the king, but not for power or riches, and certainly not for love.

Clara married Caspian simply because she had the option, and the alternative would be to continue living her life always wondering what would have happened if she had said yes. Plus, what did she have to lose? She had no children, a job which was more stress than it was worth, and an unshakeable f...