Today is my Dad's birthday, and exactly one year since I last saw him alive. It's such a lonely day. No-one seems to give a shit, but I know that you people here will understand the pain I'm going through today. I'm having to cope with this on top of finding out two weeks ago that a friend of mine had been sexually abusing my son over a period of 6 months last year. It started when he was 14 and she was 34! At least my Dad doesn't have to be here to go through this also. He would have been so upset. I'm trying so hard to hold myself together for the sake of my family, but it's almost impossible today. I bought a bag of Violet Crumbles (chocolate coated honeycomb) which I always gave Dad for his birthday, and the boys ate them all in memory of Dad. He loved them, and it's nice to having things like that to remember him by. In two weeks time it will be the first anniversary of his death. I can barely cope with life at the moment.
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