So me and Fred went our separate ways. It thought that was the end of my troubles. Little did I know it was just the beginning.
My parents had no room at the inn. So a temporary solution was my late grandmothers. The only thing I was dismayed at was the fact she smoked indoors. None of us realised her heath was declining as much as it was.
I was naive and I thought that if I went out on a limb I may be appreciated. But it couldn't be any further from the truth. So I threw myself into writing. I was determined and I cracked it. All the pressure spurred me to uncover the truth. It was a bitter pill to swallow and I unwittingly alienated myself from those who every one thought cared about me.
Because I had been ill I feared that no on would ever take me seiously ever again so I put my neck on the line.
I turned to my nan which is who allways went to when I felt wobbly as she was an auxiliary nurse.Everything was about to catch up on me.
After splitting from Fred I began to see how much I had been manipulated. Instead of feeling liberated, It was as if my wings had been clipped and once out of the cage I was grounded.