It's exact full moon this morning. I woke up feeling great... normal. Happy. Genuinely happy for them. I can't recognise the person I've been. Desperate to talk to them & apologise, explain.... but it's hard without sounding like I'm making excuses. But we have spoken... we'll talk some more. It's ok. Life's good. I have a good relationship with my son... & his girlfriend. I'm blessed. But my sister did do it deliberately, I'm sure, whatever she says. Her problem. Oh, and it wasn't mums ring... why would I ever think he'd do that without talking to me?