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sandysandy - my dearest Oli
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27th Sep 2011

today is my birthday. i'm 59. i was woken at 4.30 am by my son Oliver knocking on the front door, and ringing the door bell.
he's not lived at home since he was 17 and he's now 23. he's been in and out of mental hospitals and prison and is currently homeless. even his friends have given up on him. he's been sofa surfing for a while since having to leavehis last flat but it would appear that they've finally had enough too.

we're desparate but don't know where to turn. he refuses to engage or help himself but begs us for assistance then makes everything go wrong and blames us.
more later i can't do it now.

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