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So when I fell ill I saw him in hospital once then he never phoned me. He always expected ME to phone him growing up or for me to visit off my back. I made all the effort. I wish he didn't stay so close to my mum and step-dad, was so awkward.
I remember being in Asda and a girl from my year at school, was behind the counter and gave me the Spanish inquisition. She was like "what you doing? Where are you working? Who you working for? You at college? Going to Uni?" and luckily my Aunt was working with her and rescued me and distracted her. So I ended up going back to work before I was ready.

I never got the opportunity to recover properly. The doc sent an OT and they did nothing, when they knew I had a job. Its like I wasn't allowed to chill at home while everyone else was working, it was frowned on. I had to do all the housework then my beau would come nearly every night even when I said I needed some time to myself.

I was forced to claim incapacity benefit and it was so humiliating. I never went back to my first job, it was best job I had and I could have stayed there for a good while. But my sports instructor made infantile remarks about it all the time saying "part-timer, no lifer" where I more or less did full time. And "tee hee.....is going to work in Tesco for the rest of her life haha"