Our Children Are Meeting Your New ‘Friend’ Today.

my thoughts on your new relationship

It Doesn’t matter that you have met someone new.                                                                         It is of no importance that I have not.                                                                                             It doesn’t matter what she thinks of me, what you think of her.                                                 It doesn’t matter what you say about me.                                                                                       She is 17 years younger than me. That doesn’t matter either.                                                     It doesn’t matter that one day you may start a family of your own.                                         It doesn’t matter that you spend money taking her places and that you didn’t do that for   me.                                                                                                                                                           It doesn’t matter that right now the 4 of you meeting today. That you are playing football on the park in the sun together.

It doesn’t matter. Not really.

So why do all these thoughts feel like they have been written on a post-it note, and screwed up and put down my throat. Lodged halfway down, dry and spiked.





About Laura Quick

A professional and published London based Illustrator, with a client list including The Guardian, The Independent and AnOther Magazine, Laura set up The Daily Think to showcase her own self initiated work - based on daily life. The things we see, hear and do everyday often from an amusing angle. To make life easier to swallow.
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