“you Can Have My Back Any Day” “i Lost Him” “you Saved Him” “there’s No One In This World

my family, especially my parents, love to scream at me, “I’m the third parent.”

maybe in a way I am. for the last five, almost six years, I was thrust into a role I never wanted. when I was supposed to be merely their sister, I had to become something of a parent to my siblings.

I changed nappies, I wiped away their tears, I gave them comforting hugs when something happened, I’m the one who cheers them on from the sidelines, I made sure they were awake and had eaten breakfast, I got them to school, I make sure they’ve eaten and get to bed, and have done their homework. It was me, who went to the parent-teacher conferences, me who went in when they had problems at school to sort them out and talk to teachers. It was me who sat with the oldest of my younger siblings, talking her through 6th form and her choices and results day, and now universities. It’s still me who does all of this.

so yeah, am I a third parent in the family? you could probably say that. but it was never something I chose, never something I wanted. It was just a role I had to fill, to keep some semblance of normal, and keep my crumbling home life together.

IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE A CHELSEA FAN💙😍

UP THE CHELSSSS!!!! 💙💙💙

Ending the year on a high 💙🔝

another weekend, another London derby win for the girls. 7 points clear and 10 GD. God I love life, and I love my team 😭

far too many of my Spotify playlists are about her. And yet I feel like they all still don’t convey how I feel 😔

football has been such a big part of my life, for as long as I can remember.

so many people around me don’t understand the love I have for the sport, but they’ll never truly understand how vital it has been to me. my team, my club, to me its home.

I’ve been going to Stamford bridge since I was a kid, I know the stadium as well as I know my childhood home. over the years, kingsmeadow has become home too.

the sport, this club, it gives me something to believe in. I mean, isn’t that what most people want anyways? something they can wholeheartedly believe in. sport, for so many people, give them that belief.

there’s something safe and easy about standing in a crowd with thousands of fans just like you, all in that one moment, cheering on your team. it’s a weird feeling, one I can’t describe but try to chase. the pure joy, the comfort, the delight and rush as you watch goals be conceded or scored, the rush you get of excitement, or the dread that follows a hard loss. the unwavering determination that you will come back from this.

THEY’RE HAVING A BABY?!?! THIS IS SO CUTE IM CRYING I LOVE THEM AHHHHHH

THE WSL IS BACK!!!!! So happy to be at the Chelsea match tonight 😌💙💙

To all our rivals right now I’m sorry but ^^