Looking Glass Part 1: The night they became orphans

There’s two sides of what happened that night; one I’m just about to tell you, another is secretly safe with me until I’m ready to let the full works out in paper. Let me begin that one fateful night. – Authors Notes


The randomness of snowflakes is a sight that enraptures the casual observer. Who watched a young mother struggling with three young infants; who seem to give her the run around, luckily someone who the young lady knows carefully without skipping over, came running over to give her a hand. As he watched the dramatic scene that had laid before him; he said “do you know who they are?” Thinking out loud but actually talking to you readers; “no you say?…..haven’t you heard the tales and the rumours of the three young triplets.” He paused for a moment as the young lady had two of the triplets; the much older lady had managed to calm the other child down, and ended up carrying him as he was distracted by the scarf that she was wearing. 

He waited for a second before he followed; then he followed them down the road, the two women were talking about something. Something about tests and waiting for the results to come through the post. The observer stopped in his tracks; he turn to his readers again, “you see…things have already started to take shape with these three children; tests and waiting for results to come through, it can only mean one thing.” As he grinned shamelessly as he knew something wasn’t gong right that night; he couldn’t do much about it to be honest, he was just there as a protector of the triplets but no one knows it except him. He couldn’t even intercept what is going to happen; if he did he would portray his culture, his promise and more importantly his word to one man all those years ago.

The varied nature of airplanes is a wonderous thing that bewilders the casual observer. As he watched through the living room window of the Borthwright’s house; knowing something was going to happen, that very same day. That very same might that was coming in; drawing to the close on the 3rd April 1996, just the day before their 3rd birthday. 

That night the sinister turned as we all expected; the landscape of spears is a wondrous thing that entices the mind, the chaos of trees is a magical expression that badgers the casual observer. As the pattern of fairy wings is a song that attacks the soul; knowing whatever has just arrived, they tried to put up a very good fight until they stopped in mid air by an evil curse. Even if the observer could do something about it and to free them but he couldn’t.

The mixture of buttons is a wondrous thing that excites the senses. The observer could feel the unseen followers praying over the house; that’s when he knew that he had to change into the wolf, before anyone knew that he was there. Dark entity appeared next to him at his side without realising; the glass broke in the window of the front door, the observer wolf quickly jumped through the broken window before the dark thing put his arm through the window to unlock the door. As he watched. He clocked his head what he saw; that’s not normal is it, the observer clocked his head with realisation that the buzzer for intruder alert had not gone off. The panic kicked in his wolf body; he really didn’t know what to do, he heard Mary scream as she saw Eric laying on the bedroom of the three triplets room. The observer realised where everyone was; he ran up the stairs to the room as he skidded into the bedroom door, Mary had clocked the wolf knowing who it was. Their eyes connected with each other; they both knew that they will see each other in the next life, she spoke the language that he knew and understood what she meant…. 

Invisible Magic Part 4: Dear Both Worlds Primeminsters

The things that Tom Kennedy would like to address from his sick bed; that’s in the basement of his home, so here is his letter for all go you to read. – Authors Notes

Dear Both Worlds PrimeMinsters 

I first like to sincerely apologies that you had witness a horrific attack this week in my home; not the first time they have attacked the house, well actually there’s an investigation going on. How did they know someone like me lived in the middle of nowhere? We all know. Well the whole Kennedy department knew who’s behind it all. Your probably thinking who were they in the first place. 

Okay let me explain. For centuries there’s this secret within the Kennedy family that someone had found a child; who was a orphan, an orphan that can do great things but no one except my world can understand and know what’s happening. For generations no one knew why we were all went into hiding except of course; my great grandfather and great grandmother, their children and their children. So basically my dad and Fred knew the secret but no one else knows; the whole truth about this secret, but there’s also two legends that run in the family. Two which is actually true but the other one is rare; so rare that know one knows who’s going to get it next, let me explain the first legend that you may have heard about is where the Kennedy Family has been blessed with their own special knowledge and experience of magic of some sort. Then you have the school in the distance lands of Scottish isles; that only people get excepted if they could do things that they can’t explain, even your world people can do things like me. 

However remember me saying about the second leg? The second legend is where nearly ever so often; each generation has one child who has autism, someone like me. Not all generations have the special gift of this power; being half autistic shows the signs of more power than anything else; half autistic means that this particular power has, this great power of helping you control your emotions and the way you react. However it’s doesn’t happen all the time; it comes when it pleases, doesn’t warn you when it does come and thats when if your in danger it does something more powerful than you can go. Basically you won’t remember as much afterwards.

The reason why I am telling you this is because the intruders weren’t just any intruders; they were followers, somebody’s followers. That somebody is called Oliver Wishingwell in other words treestumpwell. Since the news of my late cousin Mary Borthwright and her husband Eric Borthwright along with their first eldest son Mark Borthwright’s death; on the fateful night on 3rd April 1996 leaving three young infants orphaned, and most danger to the dangerous man we had to separate them all to protect them. I would say where are but if this letter gets introspected to you primeminster’s; I would like you to keep your eyes peeled and ears for listening, no matter how much you disagree with the Kennedy apartment you have to by by the law of the Kennedy’s protection and protection of Kennedy’s orphanage. 

There will be dark times and there’s no way of denying it; he is still out there somewhere, but very weak as no one actually knew what happened that night. Yet his followers are still at large; will always be finding out clues to where they are, so I do hope with respect that you will keep your questions of where they are to yourselves.
Your Sincerely 

Tom Kennedy 

Son of Stanley and Daisy Kennedy 

Aurour for Kennedy Department 

Protector of the Minstery of Humanity 

When is it time to say enough is enough?

The thought of loosing so much sleep and dreaming a lot; all because your feeling anxious or depressed or even stressed, you just want to say enough is enough.

Today’s Sunday Special I thought about things; it made me think about turning to God or to the church, I know that I can turn to Caspian as he’s been a life saver and someone who I could trust. However can I turn to god; what can I trust religion side of things, even growing up in a Christian family but it’s a lot more in trusting to turn to faith than someone that you love. That’s just my opinion of how I think and feel about things; of who to trust and not to trust, that’s where I maybe its my anxious and depression kicked in.

Past week I had felt the lowest of the low; stressed out, depressed and anxious. Which by the end of the week with the things; I ended up feeling ill emotionally, headache’s, another with health had started to kick in and everything else had started to kick in. To the point of not being able to cope; the initial fear of people coming too close to my liking in my bubble, when I’m in that state of mind that I couldn’t cope with more symptoms kicking in.  

The question is when is it the time to say enough is enough; is it when you know when your ready for time is right?, when are you going to next fall?, who is going to catch me if I did fall?. The whole flight and fight mode had started or would started to kick in. 

Caspian has been my been my awesome rock; he be there when I needed him the most, I know that he’s not going to abounded what so ever. He also when I know that he’s the one trying to help me; be the supportive, caring and everything else. I know I can trust him more and more; trying to find ways to be together is harder than we thought, until I say something out of the ordering and we both know how stupid the whole situation is at the time. 

That’s how a true friendship or relationship goes because you know when you get that close to someone; you love them to bits, along side with the whole I trust you along the way. Yes I can be like I’m backing out at times but he knows how insecure I am; how I haven’t got much believe in myself nor the courage to ask things, in case of being rejected in one way or another. 

When things come back to me; he knows as soon as I start flipping out on him, he reminds me that he’s not going anywhere, not going to give up on me along with the three words of I love you. It gives me that sign of encouragement that I’m not going to give up on myself; I have my knight in shinning armer ready to come and save me no matter what it’s wrong, knowing I have him by myself. That’s when I know enough is enough for me to keep fighting and fighting him. Meaning that I trust him more than previous relationships I had in the past; he is such a nice guy all round, I wouldn’t give up on him either if he had his moments. 

You basically know how to fight things if you know; you have that person to fight things with, no matter how tough it is to begin with but at the end of the day you know you have that one person being dependent on and visa. 

Off Record!


You may tell that I haven’t prepped this blog at all today; I may do an off chance of doing none prep blog, once in awhile but today I just wanted to announce a new blog category. The new category is Saturdays Topics Of The Week at 3pm; every week there will be a topic that we can discuss about, as one on one or as a group. If there’s a topic that you want me to talk about either; message me by leaving a comment below or email me on lizzysweeklyblogs@outlook.com or lizzyarrow@outlook.com by will get through to me as they are with the blog company. 

Let me know if there’s topics that you would like to see either in this category or Teenagers Life Crisis’s let me know; I am open with these two categories for anyone who would like to see another opinion or advice, let me know via the information in the last paragraph. I will be prepping the first blog for next week; so sit back relax, and carry on reading my blogs.

The Fear Of The Unknown 

How can one dream; turn into a reality of another’s one soul, but she’s not all cracked up to be. Is she?

For the rest of the night seemed to be quiet; Darrell woke up a few times as he heard me tossing and turning, along with a few murmuring of words that he just about make out. He scribbled them down before he could forget what they were; but one name was really bothering him, he only know a little bit about him but it was his duty of care to protect me. 

Darrell had his work iPad next to him; he brought up the whole scan picture, name app that security and him use on a daily basis. So he typed in Lawerence Windsor. Whilst he waited for the information to come up; there was a knock on the door, he got up and slowly crept over. He was starting to sweat from his brow; panicking that he just me on my own, as he slowly opened the door. There stood Caspian. Looking like he couldn’t sleep at all; he mumbled something like I just punched Luka’s lights out, well nearly until he was convinced that no one will know that he spent the night with me. Just to protect me throughout the night. 

So Darrell agreed to let him in; but on the one condition this can’t keep on happening, until it all gets sorted. Not even your grandmother shouldn’t know about this. He knew what he was talking about. Darrell had completely forgot about what he was doing on the work iPad; he placed down next him as he laid on the sofa, I could feel Caspian’s strong arms wrapping around me. He could feel me relaxed in his arms; like the dream that I was dreaming about had disappeared, the rest of the night was quiet. 

Until there was a disturbance outside the room; hush angry sounds which disturbed me, Caspian and Darrell, before any of us could move Luka came in. With complete bewildered like he had just seen something or someone; he claimed that he had just seen Lawerence Windsor, lurking in the grounds in the early hours of this morning. I could feel Caspian feeling tense and starting to get worked up about it all. It frightened me a bit but he soon realised what he was doing; quickly apologies for what he did, we all knew that me and Caspian were in danger and need to get out of the house quickly. 

Fortunately the armed police and more security came as quickly as possible; we went to a different location on which I didn’t know, I was to afraid to ask anyone about it. I could see Caspian out of the corner of my eye; he was too mad too say anything, he caught me looking on which made me look another way. He knew that I knew he was mad; he tried to not show it, then he realised he was starting to frown, that got him more annoyed. 

We had finally got to our destination; I could see a little lady and a tall gentleman, they were standing nice and straight. More to the point well dressed than anything else. I heard Caspian say ‘buckets full of potatoes’ that’s when I knew who they were. I gently smiled I knew what he meant; just funny that he had that posh boy about him, that he has to be respectable person with everyone. 

As we fully stopped; I so wanted to stay in the car but I knew we had to get out of the car, especially me of all people. It took me a while to get out of the car; just before I could the elderly man who looked so powerful, I could only imagine he was Caspian’s grandfather Tyrone came over and opened the door. 

‘It’s okay they’ve got him now. Your safe’ he said holding out his hand in offer of helping me out of the jeep and for reassurance that everything was alright. From then on me and Caspian we became more close and in love than ever before due to the fact that I wasn’t under threat from anyone no more. 

The part where you just want to scream!

The part where you just want to scream but the only way to do so is in a journal. Have you thought what it must be like for a writer who has lots going on in their mind; yet the things on their mind is stopping them from putting pen to paper, this is what my world in my mind as a writer.
So in this journal you will find your on a chase throughout the journal; which speaks of the journey that once use to be lived in, but now the journal is speaking of the journey. Now come. Come and read. Read for yourselves what it’s like to live in a writer’s head; that everyone thinks writers don’t get a writer’s block, that’s not true everyone has those days. I’ve had one two many of them this week. (Week of the 10th July 2017).
Let me begin how I grateful I am for you to come and read my blogs and their stories; without your care and love to read them, it’s shows me great courage to continue in writing even if I’m having a bad day for some odd reason or another. So far this week I have managed to get some of my blogs done on time this week; which is a success as monjority of the week, I’ve been so stressed out with other things. All I just wanted to do is scream because I couldn’t get what I wanted done. Done. Where to the point if I wanted to that I actually wanted to give up of trying to live my dream as a writer; whilst everything around me is closing in, to the point of do I actually want to make this a success or not. 

I know it’s not going to be a permanent thought of mind when you have a writer’s block; when you have so many other things going on in your head, all you want to do is scream, shout, give up and even want to punch somebody to the point because you got to that state of mind. Writer block is completely to everyone who writes; like I’ve just mentioned about my mind just want to give up and etc, it shows the whole different side of you that no one actually see’s. They see someone being successful in their craft or hobby. 

I’m quite surprised that I managed to come up with this blog on Wednesday 12th July 2017. The day I had that day. My word I couldn’t even tell you even if I tried. Whilst I was trying to work on my blogs and etc; I was trying to sort out things with Caspian and his things, whilst having a complete argument, trying to push him away and what not. To be honest he’s not even giving up on me that easily. 

The best thing is about Caspian no matter how much I try to push him away; he knows how much I’m fighting my demons, he believes in me no matter how much I want to be left alone. To be able to talk to him about things can unclear my head from writer blocks; then look at what views I have on each blog websites, then say actually what am I doing. I shouldn’t give up on this. I need to believe in myself to be able think I can do this; I’m going to carry on with this and take down the writer’s block one way or another, to remind myself what the blogs are good for and what other people say or thoughts that I may have about it all. 

This is one of my reasons I have writer’s blocks when I battle my demons; I think of the whole I’m not good enough, until someone so close to you and says no your not. Its like them saying I’m not abounding you because of what you have got or what has happened to in the past; your the reason why I love you because you have the passion to do something in life, I want to help you get through the pain barrier first. 

All you got to do is not give up on yourself; find your strong hardcore man or women who believes in you no matter what, I hope this helps you guys. 

The Grimm

Since finishing Once Upon A Time on Netflix few weeks back; to be honest I wasn’t expecting that to happen, history repeating itself at all. I carried on to finish of the next Tv program that I have started; this is what I’ve found, along side with what I thought I enjoyed the most about it.


So I have completed watching Grimm American tv program on Netflix; I had mixed feelings with some of the characters throughout the series, I still have one more to watch but I have to wait until it comes onto Netflix to get my true feelings on the characters. However if my feelings are still the same with the characters that I think; then I know my predictions are the same, and they are correct with the last series then I know I’m right.

What did I think about the Grimm first?

I found The Grimm a bit hard to begin with because I wasn’t to sure what to think; the more I got into it, the more I grew into watching the program I started to like it. I had love hate relationship with some of the characters throughout the program; in which that I will be talking about, along with other questions about what I think about the program. 

Favourite Characters?

My favourite characters from The Grimm show are Hank, Wu, Trubel, Adalind and Meisner. 

Why are they your favourite? 

Hank was my favourite character because the way he would say “vehicle” which made me want to correct him everytime; then I realise it’s American Tv show that’s how they say things, however he has that sense of humour on the worst case of scenario. 

Wu throughout the series he brought the fun, laughter, eased the dynamic of the situation that was happening at the time. I grew into the likening into the character on which helped me to watch and get through the series. What’s more to the point that he drew me back into every series. 

Trubel reminded me in away of wanting to run away from things but then come back to help fight what was important to me at the time. It’s like saying a a lost soul but know one knew the actual story of what happened to the character in the past; but they use what they know now, to build the it as anger and use it to fight back. 

Adalind to begin with frustrated me to the point of I really didn’t like her one bit; but over the last few series I had grown into liking her a lot, she had won me around because there is a good in someone like her that proved everyone that she’s not that sort of person. 

Meisner was always a good guy and hot if you asked me; I actually wanted to cry, kill the the two people who were hurting him and in the end killed him. He was one of those characters who I thought he would be around to see the end.

What do you think about it now?

I personally The Grimm has it’s way of bringing people into the world; making people want to know what happens next, every time there was a cliff hangers were left. When I was watching the final episode of The Grimm; it was very gripping, full of action, clutching the edge of my seat wanting to know what will happen next. When they left with cliff hanger; knowing that wasn’t going to be to the end, I have to wait for the series to come on to Netflix. 

What do you think will happen in the last series/seasons? Who do you hope that will win? Nick, Hadrian’s Wall or Black Claw. 

I reckon that Adalind and her daughter will save Nick and his friends; so that they will save the world, Adalind is trying to teach her daughter Diana from right and from wrong. To also to control her powers in away that she can manage them; unless something has happens to Diana, leading to know where and everything goes back to normal. 

To begin with I thought Hadrian’s Wall and Nick and his friends would win the fight; but now I believe that Nick and his friends will win, along with Adalind and her daughter helping from a far along side with some back up from somewhere. The Black Claw will loose everything and that would be the end of it. 

I think I would have to do a follow up when the series comes out onto Netflix; so that I will be able to watch it, and see what the actual final conclusion is. It will be fun can’t wait for it. 

Invisible Magic Part 3 

We have now just found out that Pfftten is a bit reliability at the best of times. Why was he late getting back? In what relation is Mr.Classic and Fred to Tom? Did you expect Tom to turn into a werewolf? Comment below and let me know. – My Author notes.

Give and take the medication should kick in; clouds had started too form across the sky, the intruders were taken away and been in for questioning. The rain had started to fall down onto them; hoping that Tom would start to come round now as things had started to take place transforming him back to is normal self, something very particular that nobody knew what it was had started to happen. 

Some sort of invisible magic had started to form; all you could see was clear little clouds joining together, Fred and Mr. Classic looked at each other to begin with if to say what is this. Pfftten on the other hand “ohoh” like he knew what he had just done; which made both men look at him, “he” squeaked Pfftten as he chocked on his own flame. “Pfftten what have you….” Again Fred never got to finish off his sentence. 

The invisible magic flew up into the sky on which exploded into a mark; a mark that Fred, Mr Classic and Pfftten knew all to well what it was. The mark that nobody had seen for so long; the mark of a true Kennedy with a symbol of a werewolf added to it, both men gulped because if anyone else sore that they will know that Tom will be in more danger and who ever was driving along the cliff face. Before they could get rid of it; Tom woke up in a blind panic like he’s soul had just been sucked out of him, they both looked up and it was gone. 

“Let’s get him inside before anything else happens” said Mr Classic grabbing one off Tom’s arms whilst Fred did the same.

Pfftten ran on ahead to what was the door but he fixed the whole thing before Tom came round; to realise what he had done to the house, Mr. Classic and Fred tried to swerve around the dead bodies of the intruders that Tom went for. Pfftten locked the back door; as he ran past them he kicked them like it meant of done something, he heard his name called down the hall way to open the basement door. 

The basement was like a medical room just for Tom when something happens to him; he can be treated at home than anywhere else, there in the room were people who just arrived who knew Tom’s latest medical needs. One asked if anyone seen Mrs Ingram. As the two men laid Tom down onto the bed; Fred, Mr. Classic and Pfftten went back up to go and find her, they soon realised where she could be hiding. 

Unfortunately Pfftten had beaten them too it; as they both watched him open the cupboard doors, Mrs Ingram came out with a surprise with a shovel thinking there were still intruders in the house. Along behold Pfftten with all people or animal creature got the hit; not just once but a few times in fact, the two men flinched a few times before they could do anything to begin with. Then one of them grabbed hold of the shovel before Mrs Ingram could swing again; one grabbed hold of Pfftten before he did anymore stupid things or worse getting hit, Mrs Ingram soon realised after she calmed down and realised who was stopping her, she had realised that it was Pfftten that she was attacking not the intruders. They were long gone…..

The worst bit about shaving!

The worst part of grooming is shaving! Oh my gosh you will understand why I don’t like my legs from the hips down. 

Over the years since I have entered my 20’s I have caught myself so many times shaving that were so deep to the point they ended up scarring. Don’t think I’m doing it on purpose I’m really not honestly; scouts honour that this is not what you think, I wouldn’t do that. 

When I am shaving I tend to get little ones that I can manage but when it comes you catch yourself the wrong way. Oh my gosh! So painful the first time I think I did it was when I was 21/22 where I caught myself on my left leg; where your foot and your leg joins together, that was so deep that it turned into a scar. Every summer when the English weather comes as a beautiful I notice the scar; which makes me think how the hell did I do that, then I remember how I did it. 

The second one was when I was 25 and I was going on a second date with someone; thats when I caught the inside of my right like I think it was just above the small ankle bone on the inside of the leg, I was so annoyed that I had done it just before a date as well. So embarrassing that was. 

My most recent one at the age of 26 was on my right leg above my ankle; only recently, well the other day that it was on a tendon where I cut it. If it went any deeper than it was I’m not sure what I would of done to be honest; I don’t think I could freak my sister out any more that weekend, as I had to calm her down because she was thrown in the deep end of being a responsible adult along with annoyed with people all week. Don’t blame her to be honest. So I’ve got to wait for that to heal; be great one to tell a boyfriend to be if I ever had one how I got my scars all over my legs, even the tiny ones can scare on your legs as well. 

Oh my gosh do you know what’s even more embarrassing that having scars on your legs from shaving? Is a whole chunk of hair that you missed shaving and you barely notice it until your out someone and something catches your eye. Your like oh my gosh; how the hell did I manage to miss that, then you start being paranoid about how many people walking behind you and notice the clump of hair on the back of your leg? Has anyone done that before? 

I’m quite paranoid about my legs on show in the first place because I’m not use to them being out; along with when my legs rub together and they mark my skin, which makes me feel a whole lot worse about it being on show in the first place. Does anyone have the same issue as me or do they not? I want to know who’s on the same boat as me because everyone has those insecurities about something about their bodies; one way or another but I have loads that I don’t like about my body, I think I’ll talk about that on a different day as this was about what the worst thing that could happen to you when shaving. 

Has anyone else got any thing about their worst time when shaving? Let me know down below I am very intrigued on their worst time shaving is? I know that I’m not alone.  

People Accuse you for something that you didn’t do


Sometimes you really wish people stop making digs that at you; especially if they claim that they’ve been messaging you or your just ignoring them, until you say “I haven’t received anything or I’m not ignoring you” 

You think your the worst person in the world for being paranoid and etc; but actually it’s not you that’s being paranoid, it’s the other person that’s being paranoid and you just sit there like. Erm hang on for one minute I did send you a message but you haven’t responded; secondly if you sent me messages I would of responded to by now, so you don’t need to be jumping down my throat if I didn’t get any messages until now. 

I hate that so much once by someone is enough but twice by the same person; really? If they claim to love me and everything they really need to stop being paranoid if I haven’t responded; if I haven’t received a message then I haven’t received a message, I can’t respond if I don’t receive anything. It maybe your phone or your connection or something along the lines of that; I really don’t appreciate the whole thing of your ignoring me kind of tone, is especially when I’m waiting for you too message me but I don’t lie about it either.

It does make me laugh that I have the evidence of having no messages from the person; when I show them the picture of no messages that they claim to of messaged me, it then backed fired onto him twice now that he accessed me for something that I didn’t do. This comes to mind that someone who actually doesn’t trust the other person; along with claiming to love them but if they are that are being like that, then I don’t want to be with someone who’s like that. 

I personally think that if someone keeps on accusing you from not messing them back; thinking that they love you, but at the end of the day who would you want to be with them. Everyone has demons in the past; some can put all that in the past, some can’t put it behind them. 

You then might find people accusing you of cheating because they’ve done it themselves; but yet they know perfectly well they are in the wrong, and trying to control the situation by simply shifting the blame onto the other person or you done it yourself. No matter what it’s not right either way forward but yet people who have been hurt before or paranoid that someone is going to do it is another sign of not healthy relationship. Unless you have a great person sticking by you and helping you to come out of the dark places that you have been in for a very long time.

Accusing you of being dishonest or lying is another reason of hurtfulness; yet I have been lied to and been dishonest to, two of my worst things you can ever have in your life. People can actually understand why I’m being paranoid about it all because of fair amount of people who have done that have done it to me; then it’s the same flip side where people, who are trying to warn you about things and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing at the time. You begin to wonder why you even bothered in trying to ask them for help; when they know perfectly well they are still saying to you what you just said, yet they don’t believe you when you actually found out that someone can sort your life out but your trying to understand that they are trying to shift the blame onto you for their mistakes. Even when they are trying to help and prove to you that they have changed.

Accusing you of talking about them through friendships and love friendships; you have people who believe that your talking about you behind your back, yet they are the ones talking to you behind your back. You know when they are talking to you about you behind your back; when you have quiet friends that people forget about who sit in the corner of the room, then message you to let you know that that somebody is doing that too you. 

Accusing you of doing whatever it is that they are guilty of themselves; we are guilty one way or another these days, no one is perfect at the end of the day. Who is actually perfect? Haven’t seen or met anyone that their lives are so perfect. We’ve all done something that they but accuse the other person.