It's the little things. J's best friend revealing the gender of her baby, finding photos of them looking like a happy family when T was born, photos of them and gift cards from their wedding while sorting the summerhouse out. I get he has a past but it's always in my face at the moment. My mum ringing me amd getting a sarcastic "oh I do have another daughter then?". Or the phone call before that asking if I wanted to give the dollshouse my grandad made me when I was 4 to Scarlett to "keep it in the family". All that on top of everything else was just too much and I cracked.
