We are still not a family. My heart lays heavy with the pain of our separation. I had a long conversation with my dad last night on the phone. I laid it all on the line telling him everything about the last 3 years and in particular the last 12 months. The hell that I put forward I think shocked him, having said that I haven't heard anything since.
Wednesday 1 August 2012
1208.01 MY HELL (continued)
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cycling,
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London2012,
Olympics,
stress
Location:
Rotherham, South Yorkshire, UK
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