I don't think for one moment I will ever be other than the person I am. By that I mean I will be me, a kind person who has chosen a vocation as a nurse to help others, to comfort relatives, hold dying ones and just, well carry on as me.
Now I'm 46. I love my mum, and even my dad. He isn't all that bad nowadays. Gay doesn't exist.It's not in his mindse or vocabulary. He is now ill and I love him.
JW thoughts, thinking, reasoning exists, mum still talks to me about it, the Truth ...and I listen. She is just the best.
A divided household I grew up in, something I never wanted to be, yet here I am.