Everyone – including my parents have a habit of saying your chair. And I get it the horrible wheelchair wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for me. Doesn’t make it mine, there is zero want or belonging there.
Sorry I feel like I’ve been on a constant rant the past few posts. I’ll try for a better mood today/tomorrow so I end up with something up lifting to post about. (Can’t promise though it’s going back to the hatred/dislike I’m so full of at the minute.)
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