This post deal with domestic violence, and could be triggering for some readers.
I am sorry that I only have the TV to keep my daughter company while I try to get basic tasks done like online grocery shopping.
I’m sorry that I can’t hold the shopping bags and her at the same time while she is crying for me to do so. It breaks my heart.
I’m sorry no one else can comfort her during the brief moments I need to go to the toilet.
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She stands there with tears rolling down her face while she waits. Because, just like any toddler she needs someone nearby to feel safe and secure. But I’m all she has at home. It has been that way since she was 18 months old.
First, we had to separate from her father as it was no longer a healthy environment for us to be in. I had to endure things I couldn’t bear her to see or hear anymore, like him throwing things at me in front of her.
We just started settling into this new family structure, just her and I, with me having 100 per cent care of her. Then a few months later, the pandemic hit.