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OH Dear what now

So where do i start.My earliest memory was sitting on a wooden bench in a building.Beside me where 2 wooden swing doors,1 door opened and i could see my mother standing in the dock crying.My next memory was being in a home run by nuns (Convent) One day my mother picked me up and took me to my new home which was in Brixton.This was the swinging 60s.After a while i noticed there was a lot of men coming into my house.On one occassion i looked through the crack of the door and saw my mother having sex.It was then i knew she was a prostitute.I managed to cope with this by keeping it a secret from anyone i knew.When i was 15 i left school and started work but my mum was taking all my money so after a year i left home.I managed to survive then i met a girl got her pregnant so i arried her .It was true love it was an escape for me because i now realise it was a form of escape and i needed to belong somewhere.Our marriage lasted bout 16 years then i met a woman who i totally fell in love with.Eventually i parted from my wife got divorced,Even that was painful all my thoughts twisting and causing mayhem.I actually hurt my family of which im still bearing to this day as not one of them acknowledges me.MY OWN FAULT.
I started a new life with this woman ,Bought our own house and had a baby girl.Even with my baggage this was the happiest i,d ever been.But i was carrying a lot of guilt.After 10 years into my relationship my girlfriend dropped a bomb on me.She had fallen in love with a woman.I didnt know what to do but eventually i lost her to her.There was a lot of mind games going on,I caught them having sex,text messages,I was becoming paranoid.I totaly freaked out,Then one day she said to me the affair was over and would i marry her..I was flabbergasted so i said yes.After 6 months of marriage i realised she was still with her.So it finally ended.She moved out with my daughter(.At this time my mother was called.I asked her that question i was afraid to ask all my life..Who is my dad.Then she told me that she was raped and i am the product of that rape.That explained a lot )I never thought it was possible to howl but i did.It was unbearable.So i sold the house and moved.I gave her 50% of the sale.What did she do....Moved into a house across the road from me with her g/friend.After a few years i tried to move on but my probllem i still love her and i still do.But life goes on.A woman i met in church wanted to go into business with me,As u see im a locksmith/plumber and i do a lot of emergency work so we set up a business.We also had a brief affair but it didnt work for me.We managed to work together but there was underlying things going on of which i wasnt aware of.Because i was too busy working outside i didnt see what was going on in the shop.She was putting all the cash takings into her bag,My money i was earning was being banked and it was paying the bills to keep the shop open.One day i asked her why she was doing this.Well she exploded (This was outside in the street) Accussing me of this and shagging all the women in the street.Then she shouted for the police.I got in my car and drove off only to be arrested the next day and i was accussed of assaulting her .They let me free after 10 hours in the cells ...no charge.2 days later they arrestted me again for theft from my shop.After 20 hours in a cell they again released me ..no charge..I decided to keep away..But she called the police every day when i passed the shop.She also stopped me access to the company accounts by maxing it out and moving the cash into another account..Stopped my car insurance and phone.Telling my clients by phone that i assaulted her.Changed the locks on my shop doors.I went to see my solicitors they cant do anything unless i pay them hundreds of pounds.Every door i knock on is slammed on me leaving me totaly powerless.My personal papers were in the office,Now theyve gone!!! And to cap it off today i received bailiffs papers to strip my home..If your still here i thank you for your patience.I am not asking for sympathy or anything...I feel i was born to br tortoured and so i now ask what next..is anything worth it.

Story shared: 11/10/2006 20:06:59

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