You’d bring them to your home, around your family, show their photos to the world of their happy faces.
You began to work with domestic abuse charities and you were taking in referrals in the middle of the night – services were ringing you to accommodate women and their children.
Your husband, a heroic police officer working nights and making right what was wrong in the world. Those boys’ mum was such a neglectful alcoholic that they were not permitted to see her. Your daughter was traumatised so much by her father that she requires therapy. This wonderful mother who wasn’t just raising children but also her husband’s from another relationship. Mums who were sitting at home, tired from a sleepless night, worrying how to care for children alone, living in abusive relationships, trying to feed their families on a limited budget. I didn’t read the other post about a woman on a bridge, but again – that resonated with many. But it resonated, because as women we get a fucking shit deal in life. It was shared thousands of time you touched women – some mums, others not for whatever reason. I’ve never followed you, but I remember that post you wrote years ago about being in Mothercare with the new mum who was struggling. An open letter to Part Time Working Mummy / Rachaele Hambleton
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