I feel like a samaritan right now.
I've turned into an Agony Aunt. I'm becoming like Miriam "men are all bastards" Stoppard.
G is in labour, one month early. She's being fed drugs to keep the contractions at bay. She has to stay in hospital with a big harness thing holding her belly up for the past two weeks.. She's not feeling great - she's bored, in pain and has been worried that Captain Cockrot has been cheating on her.
Yesterday, Captain Cockrot dumped her, accusing her of "milking" her situation.
All I've had for 2 weeks is G constantly text and ring me with "do you think hes cheating?" "I hate him" "Help me." etc etc Now, I've got her crying in my ear.
I'm even moving my phone onto the same network as her to make it cheaper. All I can do is worry about her.
...I said I'd end up wading in and helping her out didn't I?..
Now, shes having my crib, my pram and all the baby clothes I possess because she's got no money. Isn't that the father's responsibility? I hear you cry. I thought so too but Capt Cockrot is too busy snorting illegal substances and drinking himself to death to care.
So here I am. Again. Good old me. Solid as a rock. Always there in a crisis.
One day she will learn to sort herself out.
