I must of being about 10 years old when my mum spied these pink wine glasses in the shop window. She stood there with a battle going on in her mine between longing and guilt. I don’t think I ever remember my mum buying anything for herself, she took the bus or walked...
Guilt is pressure to change, but when the perception is wrong its a ball and chain. But for us poor softies, lovers, carers, females, mummies… the flip side for us, it can be our nightmare ball and chain. We feel it in the wrong ways, and that emotion leads us...
