Back home

Never have I been more pleased to see the stains on my hallway carpet than I have today. Coming back home after two hellish weeks away with Ray was emotional. I made myself a hot, sweet tea and marvelled at my humble flat. My beautiful palace. It maybe strewn with my daughter's laundry and dirty cups but it's my sanctuary away from the walking disaster that is Ray. I swear I will never, ever go on holiday with that man again!