Contrast of the starkest kind

I'm not prepared to dump my child off for the weekend just because his children are jollying it off to a festival with their mother & boyfriend.
It's like mine is an annoying little inconvenience that gets in the way of us having a nice time together - "just the 2 of us".

I don't have the happy blissful family unit I hoped, wanted or wished for when he & I got together.
There doesn't seem much point in kidding myself anymore. I live a complete lie.

My colourful nails seem to be the only cheery thing going on today.