A day or two ago, I wanted to die. I had realised that no one was going to budge and that no one would change their minds, the lawyers, trustees, my father, Verity, no one. I had even taken a kitchen knife to bed with me to slash my wrists or to plunge into my heart.
I never received a visit from the paramedics or the police; no one cared a flying fuck and were more interested in getting on with their lives.
That is a very sad state of affairs in that not even my daughter was worried about her father. My father, on the other hand, would gladly see me dead.
This has shown me that the family bonds have completely broken and those people consider it to all be self, self, self
That is a reflection of how society treats those less fortunate than themselves; forget about the needy and just have fun