Dear Theresa May,

I’m sure (I hope) you are far too busy right now to be reading my blog. There are only 32 days left until the UK leaves the EU, after all, and you still don’t seem to have any idea what’s going to happen. Still, the Internet is a weird and wonderful thing and even you have a smart phone and must need to take toilet breaks.

So here’s the thing, Theresa. This Brexit is bullshit. I’m sure you hear people yelling it at you from Parliament Square all the time but I’m telling you as a mother, as a 30-something, as a British European citizen who lives in the EU, this is bullshit.

Human lives are affected. Millions of people are waiting to find out what turns their lives will take and what measures they will have to make to keep their rights to earn a living and live where they have chosen to settle.

I’m just one of those millions, Theresa. My 2 year old daughter is another one of those millions. We’re flying to the UK next week (it’s costing me 500 Euros) so I can sort out paperwork and get as many things in place to make Brexit as smooth as possible for us. As much as I can, when no one knows what is happening.

My dad went into hospital in the UK this week. He says it’s very understaffed (we can touch on that another time, don’t worry). I hope he is out of there and better before the end of March because I’ve been told to make sure I’m in Germany when Brexit day comes. German authorities have offered advice here to Brits at information evenings. (That might have been a good thing to do for the EU citizens living in the UK? Just a thought). They’ve recommended staying here when Brexit day comes so that we don’t get stranded by travel issues or have problems applying for residence permits. So, let’s both keep our fingers crossed that my dad will be ok.

Ahhh, residence permits. I took my B1 German exams today, Theresa. It cost me nearly 300 Euros and I had to take a holiday day off work. I need my B1 to even attempt to get dual citizenship here, in the case of a deal. Without a deal, I’ll need a residence permit and I’ll probably have to decide whether to swap my British passport for a German one. I never thought I’d even consider being anything but British but here we are.

I had to swap my British driving license for a German one the other day too. It cost me 50 Euros. I’m sorry to keep going on about cost but I’m heading towards 1000 Euros of Brexit-related expenses here and I’m a bit annoyed about it.

I never voted to leave, Theresa. My life is directly affected, Theresa. There are 32 days left to go. In 32 days, a decision will come into action that will change my life. And no one knows what is happening.

If you’re still on your toilet break, I think you had better get back to work.

Gemma