gilly😯
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Would you add mushy peas, curry sauce, gravy, or beans? 🤔
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@gilly_971 It's huge, Laurie curls up in it. I could do with one 😂 x
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@JAli89_91 A very happy birthday to her and if I remember correctly I'm sure she loves cake 🎂x
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Happy 4th of July to our American friends💕🇺🇸 and Happy Birthday to my daughter, a hilariously funny, kind, fellow animal loving human who likes that she was born on Independence Day 😃 ❤️🥂🥳
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It's a sad day as we have to say goodbye to our boy Charlie who passed away this morning 😢🐈⬛ Sleep well buddy 💔
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Sitting waiting to go for my op, in my gown , I'm second on the list 11 o clock I go, been told I'm having the lump out also a thing I had put in few weeks ago, Im having dissolvable stitches and a normal dressing. Hanging around a nightmare lol xxx
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@JAli89_91 Yes I agree, I love summer but 30 plus temperature are far too much for me🌞x
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@gilly_971 It's been brutal, I like 28 or so I do like the heat of a decent summer. The rain was much needed though that's for sure x
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@benonwine No, if it offends them then don't send there kids to our schools
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Today, his routine is always the same. He falls asleep between 2 and 3 in the morning while watching videos, wakes up around noon, walks into the kitchen, and asks me what’s for lunch. If I ask him to take out the trash, he says “later.” If I suggest he look for a job, he gets annoyed and tells me I’m pressuring him.
Recently, I told him I no longer have the same energy, that my back hurts and I get tired easily. He replied that we should hire someone to help with the housework.
Two months ago, I had a severe spike in blood pressure and was bedridden for three days. I thought it might make him react. On the first day, he ordered food delivery. On the second, he left dirty dishes on the table. On the third, he asked me when I was going to get up because there were no clean clothes left. That’s when I finally understood: he doesn’t know how to live without someone taking care of him.
And that someone has always been me.
My sisters tell me to kick him out—he’s already a grown man. But when I see him sleeping with that peaceful expression on his face, I still see the five-year-old who used to fall asleep hugging his pillow. I kept him frozen at that age.
I didn’t prepare him for the world.
I protected him from the world.
And now the world is my home… and I’m all he has.
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I’m 60, and my son is 33. He still lives in my house, sleeping in the same room he grew up in and using the same closet I built for him when he was ten. He eats the food I prepare for him every day. He doesn’t work, doesn’t study, and doesn’t look for anything. He wakes up late, turns on the television or computer, and that’s how his day passes. If I don’t serve him breakfast, he skips it. If I don’t wash his clothes, he leaves them piled on a chair until he has nothing clean left to wear.
But it wasn’t always this obvious. It started years ago, little by little, and I allowed it all to happen.
When he was a child, I didn’t let him do anything on his own. I tied his shoes until he was twelve because he said it took too long. I did his homework for him “so he wouldn’t get stressed.” If there was a problem with a teacher at school, I went to speak on his behalf. If he argued with a friend, I stepped in. I always told myself, “He’ll have time to suffer when he’s an adult.” I never let him experience discomfort.
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What's missing from this banging full English breakfast?
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