My name is Julie. I'm a 42 year old, single mother of three. I work at a cake shop and on weekends I clean at the health centre.
My eldest, Jordan, has left home. Shacked up with a 30 year old at the age of 18. I think she's expecting but I'm not going to say anything.
Tony, he's the middle child, 15. Quiet, loner, gets the shit kicked out of him at school. Not his fault, takes after his dad. What a waste of space he turned out to be.
Sarah, God, she was a mistake. I wanted a lad and a girl, I had them and along come another bundle of joy. 13 years old, ASBO, piercings God knows where, got a reputation as the village bike, with stabilisers.
Kids today, think they've got it so bad and we're not doing enough for them. Bloody hell, I work every hour of the day and do housework every hour of the night. I'd like to see them try a day in my shoes, lazy, good for nothings.
They were alright until their dad left. Turns out he knew I was having the affair. Of course, I got the house, for what it's worth. Wallpaper, not on the walls, cracks in the ceiling. I could kill him.
Anyway, Dot, at the health centre, on the desk. Her husband has been unfaithful many times, and I should know…It was with me. Stupid cow, thinks she's so perfect. I feel like grabbing her and telling her how glad I am that her husband has found out what a real woman is like. He must be mad to stay with her when he can have me any time he wants, not that it's stopped him.
Had her wedding ring fixed, too big, well that's men for you. Don't know why she didn't have it done sooner. The amount of times I have had to reverse suck to find that ring.
Debbie's son is in hospital, poor thing. He's a diabetic and his mum is the head cook of a bloody bakery. No justice in the world. There's always someone worse off than yourself. All you've got to do is flick through the channels and there'll be an advert for Oxfam or NSPCC. What happened with all the money from Band Aid and Live Aid? I tell you what didn't happen, Bob Geldof didn't get a decent haircut. How old does he think he is?
Anyway, Debbie's son. Same age as our Sarah, sure he's had a go. Went into a sugar coma the other day. Debbie's a bag of nerves ever since. She's been told he's fine but she's worrying about MRSA.
Jordan's phoned Tony, told him he's going to be an uncle. Told him not tell me, he's a good lad. Sarah was listening on the other phone upstairs. I knew she was pregnant.
Woohoo! Grandma at 42. Suppose I'll be looking after the sprog. Just another thing to add to my list.
