The day after Michael Jackson died.

The day after Michael Jackson died my sister died; 26th June 2009. That day my Mum went into hospital. I was told about my Mum by one of her carers. My brother was due to go on holiday with his girlfriend and his kids. I text him and told him Mum was in hospital. He said - what shall I do? I told him to go on holiday with his family. He was packed, his kids were excited about the holiday and it had been booked a while ago.

I called nisha about lunch time. By then I'd been with my Mum for about 3 hours in the hospital A&E . I asked nisha for some help with Mum and Dad. She told me she couldn't get to the hospital that day and that I would have to manage. I started to swear at her; she put the phone down on me. I was gutted. I wasn't expecting that. I didn't call her for a fight or for an argument. I sank quickly into depression. I told my Mum I was going home and would be back later.

I went home. I was deflated, depressed and had a thumping headache. I looked like death warmed up. I told my husband and my eldest daughter. They were obviously upset for me. My daughter went upstairs. After a short while she came back down; she said she had phoned nisha, she had given nisha a piece or her mind. My daughter told my husband and me what she had said. I felt a lot better because if I had been given the chance I would have liked to have done the job myself.

So I felt good - I felt as if, at least now nisha had a small idea of how much she had upset me. I get sick of my family walking all over me and getting away with it too. I don't put them right; I don't tell them they are out of order; I don't get a chance to say - you can't treat me like a piece of dog's dirt - because as soon as I start to say hang on a minute, they cut me off and they cut me out of their lives completely. That leaves me in limbo and it leaves me frustrated and festering.

I was so glad that I had come home to talk to my husband and my girl. I felt I could carry on with what I had to do. Go back to Mum in the hospital; go to Dad to give him dinner; go home for the night. Then carry on doing more of the same for about a week.

That was when I decided that nisha had died that day; the day after Michael Jackson had died. I decided to cut her out of my life forever. There was no reason for her to be any part of my life anymore. All she had done over the past 4 years was hurt me, use me and abuse me. It was time to say goodbye nisha, I don't need you any more.

It was the 1st anniversary of Michael Jackson's death on 25th June'10 and it was the 1st anniversary of nisha's death the day after.