
I never know what to do. When you're thinking about having a baby, but you're whole extended family seems annoyed and irritated with you for moving to another continent, even though things in the old country were stalled with no future in sight, and things here are good and open and full of future. What to do. Their needs are not your needs, but it feels churlish to ignore them.
But what do you say? I know you're feeling panicked and abandoned, but we're staying here anyway?
The pressure is mounting, and it feels like every holiday ever in the foreseeable future is being claimed by various arms of the family. I haven't spent a weekend alone with Christopher away from our flat in probably two years.
I think this would all be easier if they were horrible, selfish people, instead of loving and generous. It makes it all much worse.
And, secret confession: I've had my first viable idea for a novel. It makes sense and I like it, and even if no one reads it but Christopher, my mum and myself, I'll be fine. It involves some research. Very excited.