I invited my foster parents to my wedding - I felt it was so important for them to be there. They came and again, when I saw them, it felt so strange as I only recognised them from photos, not having proper physical memories... yet the connection was so strong.
The hard reality is that for the many people who do the walking away, breaking out and living alone is often safer than the culture of abuse that came before it. Exposure to an antagonistic or rejecting 'close' relationship has a negative impact on physical and mental wellbeing, which is a fact that has been well researched and documented.
Today I wanna write about Zozo, our Irish wolfhound. She died last year at the age of 11, and since days constantly she comes to my mind. Now she is laying under the earth on a hill, side by side with Mikroula, her best dog friend.
It's incredible how those animals formed an integral part of my childhood theatre, and that they were not only very much a part of the action, but they were also key protagonists.
No mainstream political party seeks to recognise or place value on the prospect of a parent at home, doing the work of childcare and supporting the family. We may only speak of childcare being productive and valuable if it is performed by strangers, for a fee, and under the guise of 'Early Years Education'.
No doubt it will become more usual for both parents to take on more equal roles in parenting in the future - particularly given the changes in parental leave at work that are set to come into force in the UK in the coming weeks.
From hormone-driven first loves, to long-term partnered 20-somethings, to the newly wedded and those well-into matrimony; we've all witnessed at least one of the above cross that oh-so-fickle faithful line, leaving loyalty far behind.
However dysfunctional these relationships are, from either angle, sometimes we all do need and yearn for that special mother-to-child bond. It's uniqueness is undeniable. So why don't we all reconcile this Sunday? It would be the super-perfect Hollywood ending to an estrangement.
A little piece of me has evaporated. Two little pieces in fact. I have a new home which is occupied by two of us rather than four; there is a full fridge and no pile of shoes and coats in the hallway. I am in silent mourning for something that is missing yet still not far away.
A week ago, a columnist of the Daily Mail was telling her readers why she had suddenly decided to ban the four-time Bafta-winning cartoon Peppa Pig from her home. Is Britain's top-selling pre-school character as dangerous and evil as the journalist claims it is?
We are all aware of the possible big nightmares which may lay in store for us parents once our beloved offspring enter the 'Teen' phase. For me though, it's been the little changes which have felt more like seismic shifts within my carefully crafted and harmonious household.
Somewhere along the way of growing up, we lose that special talent of not taking things personally and we get so serious about any little offence. We don't let other people off the hook with forgiveness easily, and we harbour ill feelings for a long, often unhealthy, amount of time.
Spring has most definitely sprung - and many of us will be tempted to clean up our home, sort through our wardrobe or tidy up the garden. It can be hugely satisfying to get rid of unwanted stuff, clear away the grime, fix anything that is broken and display what looks good.
Grandparents are supposed to have the pleasure of playing with their grandkids, then handing them back. But these days, with the rising cost of childcare, it's like they are being parents all over again.
This is something I have heard many times before. When people hear I have two girls they say something along the lines of "Oh, would you like to try for a boy?" or "Thats a shame, it would have been nice to have one of each." I have no idea why people say this.
As we know prevention of depression is vitally important before the situation gets to crisis point. If we can educate everyone, both male and female on the same even level, this can reach out and help more fathers come forward to seek help and end the stigma of the illness which is depression.