We have a bright new year ahead of us, I don’t think that we have bad years, but we certainly have bad people. The 60’s were where I would meet most of the people that I certainly consider dysfunctional, most of them were my family.My grand father destroyed my childhood, he would constantly cause me physical and mental abuse he would always refer to me as bastard child, he would never eat anything that he thought that i had touched, .The head teachers at both school s caned me, it was all so awful the two young rapists also made my life a living hell.The 70’s were not good, my beloved grandmother died my young life had taken on a whole new meaning. There was total upheavel for me from homeliness, undesireable men, concealed pregnancy,an insight into the world of incest and vile foster parents , my life was spiralling into total chaos. I could only stand by and watch my poor sad young life unfold before my very eyes.The police on St helena were not trained to support rape and sexual abuse or domestic violence . I was now a single mother to a tiny four lb baby girl, oh my god how will I cope?. Three years later around the end of the dreaded 70’s i met and married a young holiday maker Robert checksfield . Robert had come to St Helena to see his father , he ask me to marry him shortly after he met me , he was very persistant I did agree to marry him because he seemed to be kind and caring to me it was something that had always been missing from my life. my intentions were to take my marriage vows to Robert seriously. I would be his wife until death, i idolized him immensely we were married for thirty seven years we had two daughters and four beautiful grandchildren.two years ago Robert became infatuated with a vile woman that he worked with , it was pitiful to watch my husband make a fool of himself , most people that we knew thought that we had a solid marriage except his olders sister who wrongly said that it wasn’t a proper marriage I adored and loved my husband very much .I felt ashamed that my marriage had come to an end it was never my fault I would never had left Robert or commited adultery. robert had blamed me for the breakup telling everyone that it was my fault that I had been untidy, untidiness is far from the truth, chasing a bit of skirt summed up his foolish immuture behaviour . fortunately for me, after two years of separation I have met the kindest sweetest gentleman that you would ever meet. yes life can begin at sixty with the right man, I do not want to be with people who disrespect me and make me feel bad about myself. Dorothy maude my life
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