My mum has had the same phone for nearly a decade now. A battered, pay-as-you-go Blackberry with no data or wifi compatibility.
They begin in your teens and cease, well, literally never. Sorry.
The woman is my mum.
It's Mother's Day in the UK, so we weighed the case for getting mashed up with your ma.
Was it worth it?
"She never complained, never asked for anything in return, and remained positive so that I might turn into a happy, well-adjusted human. That's not a moment of badassness. It's an ultra-marathon of sacrifice."
I started to miscarry nine weeks into my pregnancy. After two weeks of bleeding, the baby was gone. Voicing my feelings helped me pull through.
Childbirth is beautiful and amazing. It’s also messy, gooey, farty, bloody, and literally shitty. By the way, have you called your mother yet today?