The Mum Who Got Her Life Back. Fiona Gibson

Twenty-One

      

       Chapter Twenty-Two

      

       Chapter Twenty-Three: Jack

      

       Chapter Twenty-Four: Nadia

      

       Chapter Twenty-Five: Jack

      

       Chapter Twenty-Six

      

       Chapter Twenty-Seven: Nadia

      

       Chapter Twenty-Eight

      

       Chapter Twenty-Nine: Jack

      

       Chapter Thirty: Nadia

      

       Chapter Thirty-One: Jack

      

       Chapter Thirty-Two: Nadia

      

       Chapter Thirty-Three: Jack

      

       Part Three: The key to a successful holiday with one’s grown-up child

      

       Chapter Thirty-Four: Nadia

      

       Chapter Thirty-Five

      

       Chapter Thirty-Six: Jack

      

       Chapter Thirty-Seven: Nadia

      

       Chapter Thirty-Eight: Jack

      

       Chapter Thirty-Nine: Nadia

      

       Chapter Forty: Jack

      

       Chapter Forty-One: Nadia

      

       Chapter Forty-Two: Jack

      

       Chapter Forty-Three

      

       Chapter Forty-Four: Nadia

      

       Chapter Forty-Five: Jack

      

       Chapter Forty-Six

      

       Chapter Forty-Seven

      

       Chapter Forty-Eight

      

       Chapter Forty-Nine

      

       Chapter Fifty: Nadia

      

       Chapter Fifty-One: Jack

      

       Chapter Fifty-Two: Nadia

      

       Chapter Fifty-Three: Jack

      

       Chapter Fifty-Four: Iain

      

       Chapter Fifty-Five : Nadia

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       Part One

       Things that happen when your kids first leave home

       • You keep checking to see if they’ve texted to say they’re managing without you. They haven’t … because you’ve only just moved them into their student halls and are still sitting in your car, in the car park.

       • You realise it’s no longer necessary to buy those two-kilo bags of potatoes. They just go green and start sprouting.

       • You also stop buying The Big Milk and switch to the smallest carton. How tiny you are! you think, the first dozen times you spy it in the fridge.

       • Friends say things like, ‘You might miss them at first. But when they come home on visits they’ll trash the place, and you’ll be relieved when they go back to uni.’ How harsh, you think. I love my kids. I’ll never think of them in that way.

       • You realise you could now have sex in your own home without worrying about the kids overhearing. Or perhaps you’re thinking more along the lines of, Shall I redecorate to mark this new chapter? Perhaps your mindset is less ‘shag pad’, more ‘upgrading of cushions’. Either way, it’s pretty thrilling.

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