By Ann Toscano
Shit storm / shit show - Those two words put together can mean so many things. A few years ago it would have meant that my daughter has vomited on my top and shit through her nappy and on my legs. Years before it would have meant I was anxious and had a “crappy” day [...]
You told me that I wasn’t good enough. No one would love me and that I’m lucky that I have you. I would be dead without you and even my mother agreed. You were thirty-three, I was seventeen. I was naive, I was vulnerable. I was a child who was unwell. I was only recently [...]