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Shit, Foot.
I always feel I win in the pity stakes because I only work part-time and not by choice.
And I'm nearly 40 and live with the 'rents and not by choice.
And I have no partner to share things with... ah, who knows there.
But I am supported.
I have no further to fall.
And I have no dependents; it would distress me enormously, but Diz could be adopted or even put down if I reached the end of my resources. I'd fight it of course. Still, you could never even reach that possibility about a child.
I feel for the desperation you have.
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