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Tony has been gone for most of the day. To the pub no doubt. Selfish bastard! Why the hell should I have to be the one who stays in? Why can’t I be out with my friends, drinking?
It’s not fair.
All day, Mum has been trying to get Ben to feed. She’s even tried pouring the milk directly into his mouth, but that just made a huge mess. Why doesn’t he want to feed? Maybe he’s just not hungry. The normal rules obviously don’t apply when you look like him.
A flood of guilt washes over me. That’s cruel. He’s just a baby. It’s not his fault.
Then why the hell does he scare me so much?
Mum has fallen asleep on the couch, but Ben is still very much awake, wriggling, almost like any other baby. He doesn’t look very safe lying on his side, with his body resting across her lap, and his head aga
