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Hello, I've been serching the internet for some kind of help with my problems and came across this site, I suppose it's like talking to someone so here goes.
I'm 39 years of age a married woman with 2 children one 16 and one 6.
I was born in chatham in kent and my father and mother moved from the south to live in Bolton Lancs when I was a baby. I have 2 brothers one older and one younger. My mum had mental illness, paranoid scitzophrenia and could not look after us so she kept leaving my dad and eventually he divorced her and took custody of us with the proviso that she would never be allowed to see us until we were 16, she never did.
We were brought up by my dad he was a hard man to live with, very strict and handy with a belt, we lived in fear of him and never dared to question his ways. He raised us to believe that we should be grateful, guilty and sorry for the great burden we had put on him by being born.
I grew up, left home, slept around, and had many destructive and failed relationships. 3 marriages later and I finally found happiness with a very kind and loving man. I already by this time had a daughter who was with me through all the bad days and as a result of my lack of care is now suffering with depression. After I married my present husband we had a little miracle, a son he is an angel and the light of my life, his humour lifts me out of the lowest low and his smile is like manner from heaven. I will not fail him and he is my salvation. Life is still a struggle and sometimes I feel like my life has been wasted until I see the pools of blue love that are my boy's eyes and hear him tell me 100 times a day "I love you mummy".
Story shared: 18/01/2007 12:24:59
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