Where life's contradictions get comfortable

After Delilah came into work to tell me that she was coming back if I agreed, which, obviously, I didn’t. Adira spent many months going between Eris and me to see who would back down first, to see if I would get over myself, forgive and forget, so to speak, all of the things that she did so she could come back to work. Or if Eris would back down and stop trying to push Delilah back on us. It wasn’t just a case of give in and carry on, if only it were that easy. The thing is,

I received a text in the middle of the night with an unnecessary sarcastic comment that I really didn’t appreciate waking up to. So all I can think right now is that Adira can do one. I have the most unnatural and unhealthy thought process right now. It is so confusing; basically, for the past ten months, I have been put in positions by Delilah (sister), Eris (Mum) and Adira (Stepdad) that I really do not appreciate. I want to destroy everything and everyone, but I want to ho

Working with family can be amazing, and for me it was great for a long time. I loved my job. It wasn’t something that I ever thought I would do, and what started out as a favour turned into more than just a job. It was my life. It was everything to me. Amidst a serene morning setting, a mug sits surrounded by notebooks, embodying the fusion of work and life with quiet determination.

They had had enough and called a meeting! I’m like, she quit… but ok. The meeting was not productive or helpful. The meeting was between the four of us, as it didn’t involve anyone else. It was a bit ridiculous that it had come to this, but sometimes people can get so worked up, and with so much going on outside of work, emotions can often run high. We all sit down for the meeting. The meeting is about work, not family life or personal vendettas. We need to figure out how to

So I am sitting here thinking: should I do this? Do I delve into the world behind the hardest question in my life right now?

Have you ever been unsure whether you just like to complain or if you genuinely have a reason? In the house, I do the majority of things like cooking and cleaning; I have never particularly minded, but just recently it is really beginning to irritate me. I live with three grown-ass adults, so why am I the only one who sees things? I hate washing the pots at night time. By the time we have got home from work, caught up on all of our days, had dinner, the last thing I want to d