
Mumto2
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Mumto2
@elliemattsmum
Mum to two. Early Years. All views are my own.
Katılım Aralık 2011
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An interesting fact about david haye he’s always been a cunt. I used to work for a club called Amika nightclub years ago, he was a guest at our club night. Asked him for a photo and he looked me dead in the eyes, and shooed me away with his hands. I was the promoter of the night. The only reason he was there. Complete fanny.
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Can @TonyBellew come out of retirement and smack the fuck out of David Haye again #imaceleb
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@gigaclear outage in the CB9 area at the moment- how long will it take to be reconnected??
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Congratulations @MagyarPeterMP on your election victory.
This is an historic moment, not only for Hungary, but for European democracy.
I look forward to working with you for the security and prosperity of both our countries.
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@zandatoto @boldcolours @KataKata86 @OctaviandlovuN @sharonmufaro @KraftsQueen @Muzvo @hbanhire @DairayiDavis @KingJayZim @Mavhure I am also massively struggling with this. My daughter moved into her new house three days ago. I am lost- people talk about embracing it and taking on new hobbies. I just need time to adjust at the moment. I'm so overwhelmed
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#ChristmasEve2025: The kids are gone. We raised them to live independent lives, but no one warned us that when they leave, they upset the balance. I was a very hands-on dad, just like my dad was. Being less involved now feels like a loss. Bittersweet, proud, and oddly disoriented.
Companionship, family, and community give us emotional health, meaning, shared purpose, and mutual care. Solitude has its benefits, but weeks of voluntary aloneness tilt the scales. FaceTime with my three adult kids helps, but it is not the same as living in shared space.
My last-born left for uni 11,000km away in September and isn’t coming home for Christmas. Since his mom passed, we were joined at the hip by circumstance. Now I harvest screenshots of their social media updates. Some days it is manageable, some days it is unbearable.
I have noticed that kids like the assurance that you are there, alive, but without the interest for frequent video calls. I spent years helping them grow wings, but feeling replaced hits hard. I am tactile, not built for prolonged solitude. Watching Arsenal alone😞. Started talking to myself so I hear a voice🙈 Hahaha, it is surprisingly therapeutic.
Rekindled hobbies, added more hobbies, new challenges - I am learning to rebalance, recalibrating my identity because my purpose has shifted. Open for transition now and looking forward to big moves in 2026. Happy holidays to you all!

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@debcgee @cathjenkin Mothers Day 2001 was the day my baby girl was born! Best Mother's Day gift ever :-)
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@cathjenkin Love this. I found out, after years of trying, that I was pregnant on Mothers Day, 2001. Best day ever.
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“A text message arrived from my daughter’s friend at 1 AM: ‘Your daughter is really drunk at this party. She needs help but won’t call you. Can you come?’ I was terrified and furious but grateful. I got there in twelve minutes. My seventeen-year-old daughter was barely conscious, surrounded by drunk teenagers who’d been taking videos. The friend who texted me, a girl named Aisha, had stayed sober and chased everyone away. ‘I’m sorry to snitch, but she’s really bad. She needs a hospital.’ Aisha helped me get my daughter into the car, came to the ER with us, and stayed until 4 AM when my daughter was stable. She held my hand while I cried. ‘Thank you for calling me. You probably saved her life.’ Aisha shook her head. ‘My cousin died at a party like this. Everyone was too scared to call for help. I promised myself I’d never let that happen to someone else.’ My daughter was humiliated and angry at first, but she eventually understood that Aisha’s call had prevented alcohol poisoning or worse. Aisha remained her friend through the fallout. Thirteen years later, my daughter is a pediatric nurse, and Aisha is an EMT. They’re still best friends. Together, they run a program teaching teenagers about party safety and bystander intervention—they’ve presented to 4,200 high school students across our state. Last month, a student who attended their presentation called 911 for an overdosing friend. That friend survived. When the student thanked them, Aisha hugged her. ‘You did exactly what you were supposed to do. You saved a life.’ My daughter credits Aisha with saving her that night and inspiring her career. I keep Aisha’s original text saved on my phone: ‘The message that changed everything.’”
—Deborah Sinclair, Boise, ID
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@jet2tweets Appalling that you can cancel morning flights booked for July 2026 when a premium had been paid for them, losing 10 hours from day 1 of a city break to Rome. Now won't refund the deposit - unhelpful on the phone. Dreadful company avoid #jet2
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Suicide.
I'm choosing to be deliberately blunt and provocative in this post because it's necessary. Government, charities, football clubs are all pushing water up a hill in highlighting what is undoubtedly a major health crisis.
You take a rope.
You put it up in a garage or a tree nearby or far away.
You're thinking about every loved one you'll leave behind as you put that rope around your neck.
Then you drop.
Some are decapitated.
Some aren't.
All are found by someone who has a lifetime of trauma that will never leave them.
A son.
A daughter.
A brother.
A sister.
A mother.
A father.
I know 2 men who hung themselves.
One was found by his Mom.
One was found by his brother.
Neither have recovered fully. 20 and 30 years on.
A life sentence for people who were already worrying, terrified their loved one may do something.
So just visualise the above and ask, "is there another way"?
A segway for a moment.
I do a few Q&A's every year. Tales of yesterday with a 99% male audience of my age group.
After the stories and fun, my last question back to the audience is..
"Hands up if you struggle with a mental health issue".
Nobody ever puts a hand up. Despite 1 in every 3 of 500 attendees statistically struggling.
"Ah, nobody, that's fucking brilliant! Well I do! ". I then graphically tell people, stunned into silence about how a rope around my neck in the middle of nowhere jolted me to go home and cry like a baby to my Mom.
After the Q&A has finished, something always happens. I'll be chatting to a few guys, saying bye and one by one, men will come over and whisper " I struggle".
Or my mailbox the next day will have 30 emails from guys, their partners or kids saying " Dad/Uncle /Brother was there last night and what you said hit them hard".
And that's how some people realise that it's time to speak to a pal or family member or even rant to me in an email. It works, I often get a follow up email a year or 6 later saying that they took responsibility for their suicidal feelings and are now flying.
Humans are programmed to want to live, to have families and to keep the species growing and thriving. So for a human to want to short circuit that desire isn't normal, and it should never be spoken of as normal. It's the ultimate red flag.
If you suspect your mate, Dad, Brother, Uncle is struggling mentally, they deserve your intervention.
They deserve a " are you OK, please tell me what's up".
They deserve an opportunity to get past wanting to hang a rope over a tree or in a garage and slowly struggle until they die and you find them.
If you've been there and trust me I have plenty, then you'll know that text out of the blue, or a footie mate or one of your kids asking jow you are can open the curtains to some sunshine.
Because when suicide is your only answer, the room is already dark, and you can't see a way out.
So please, fucking pretty please, ask that husband, Dad, Uncle, Cousin, footie pal TODAY how they are.
You may be shocked what comes back but extremely glad that you asked.
For those who struggle, you're not alone.
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