Messed Up Truths

Life never really turns out the way you expect it to. But when your 29, dumped, sacked and living with your parents...your just doomed.

Follow my story as I share with you the highs and lows of being a 29yr old girl going crazy...desperate not to reach the big...I can't even say it without shedding a tear (3 0)!!


6. The telling off

I now found myself standing at Jana’s doorstep. She opened the door with her furious, “I’m going to kill you” face.

“Get inside now!” She demanded.

                I was suddenly terrified of her.

“Don’t talk, just listen. I love you and that’s why I’m so angry right now. How can you even consider doing something like this yourself. I’m so glad you called me but I’ve been worried, why didn’t you just tell me where you, so I could have picked you up! You know I worry.”

                Jana began to whimper, guilt suddenly dawned onto me.

“Why would you leave us all behind, you have everything. If something happened to you, what would happen to your parents? Your parents would be devastated, not to mention your siblings. What about your friends, Lewis? Lewis would grow up not knowing how wonderful you are and that you’re place on this earth is so important!”

                The tears began and wouldn’t stop, Jana embraced me, tightly.

“I’m going to book you in to see Dr Jenny McVeigh. She’s a friend of mine, she’s a great psychiatrist.”

“Jana I don’t want to see a psychiatrist”

“No buts!”

                Jana’s nana interrupted us, walking into the room topless again. You see Nana, as I also call her, is a nudist at heart, however theirs being nude and then there’s Nana!

                I looked on in horror, I’m not sure why, I’d seen those boobs for the last eighteen years and overtime they had certainly become saggyier and saggyier, now so low they kept her knees warm in the winter.

“Did I hear you mention Lewis, is he home yet?” Nana asked.

“No nana, and when he does come home you need to put some clothes on, he’s bringing over a friend.”

“So what?” She shrugged

“Nana I’m sure he doesn’t want to see your boobs after school!” Jana roared.

“I breastfed that boy until he was seven!” She screamed

                Jana gave me a horrified look, “Nana for the last time, do not ever mention that to anyone, especially Lewis’s friends and don’t call them lover either!”

                What you heard was correct; Nana did in fact “breastfeed” Lewis till he was seven. Sadly the poor child never actually received any milk. Very disturbing, I know, but it was worse having to witness it. The amount of times I sat there whilst it happened to me, no wonder I’m so disturbed!

“I’ll breastfeed the friend too!”

“Nana behave. Also tomorrow you’re coming over here.” Jana said pointing at me.

                I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

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