Bad night last night... sobbing like a baby. Very difficult to bear all this and be alone. Dear old Don, the old friend in who's extension I'm staying in until I'm permitted to go to Southampton, is sympathetic enough for sure, but it's not quite the same as having a girlfriend to share with. Yesterday should have been the day that I went to Dublin to put in for yet another India Visa after the enforced two month gap that tourists now have...but of course I couldn't go. I'm not a tourist but it's the only way I could be there and stay with my son for these past ten years - so every few months I have had to leave. Before December 2009 it would have only been for a few days while I went some place to get another visa and return but since then, I've had to leave my little one for ten weeks each time and have the foresight to figure out when Christmas was and whether that next visa would cover it....I can't be away from him at that time of all times.
Only, this time has been different - I can't go back. So as far as I'm concerned today, my body has been hacked around, I've had to take chemicals I hate and my darling son is continents away. I don't know when I will see him again and just when, after ten blimmin years, we had absolutely everything together for his study visa to be applied for.
I am a wreck...talk about the 'down part' of this god-awful rollercoaster...I want to get off........NOW!
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