It’s been a pretty good week.  I went to the theatre, I went out for drinks, I got loads of work done.

But…

She’s doing it again.  Having a go at me about stuff that isn’t my fault. At various points in the various ‘conversations’ we’ve had this week, I’ve wanted to scream and shout that it was nothing to do with me, I’ve wanted to point out the holes in her logic, I’ve wanted to slap her silly.  I’ve been reminded of how like Stef’s mother she is.  Mostly, I’ve wanted her to stop.

I know why she feels like she does, I get it.

I just wish she didn’t put it all on me.