I won't bore you with all the dirty laundry -- just say that it was unpleasant childhood. Hence the reason why, I immersed myself into writing -- I created worlds and characters that did want me and appreciated me. Simple as that!
Now, I don't understand the ins-and-outs of Divorce -- no idea at all, my own marriage is happy on all sides and over 30 years now.
However, one of my siblings got divorced -- out of this family, there is a son -- my precious nephew. He's married now to a wonderful girl and as the pattern in our family line exists -- a generation skipped and twins shows up -- he and his wife, had twins -- boys and another boy recently.
My own daughter is a candidate for twins and a reading done recently, promises twin girls and a single boy in her future. She's picked up names already -- unfortunately, the boyfriend is missing -- but the Tarot reading person said that was coming soon as well.
Coming back to myself, I had a view of how I expected my happy events to work out. I had seen many a wedding, bridal showers, engagement parties, baby showers -- the lot. It was always happy occasions -- multiple people wishing all the best in the world -- blah, blah, blah.
I had been told that since I was such a problem, one person would take care of me. To ensure that I would be treated the same way as all the other happy girls.
Nope, didn't happened quite that way... My Father was it for me, there all the time along with Grand-Pa. Grand-Pa was first to die, followed by Father -- all before I was 16. All my hopes and dreams -- died with them.
I was rescued from the beyond -- sent my soulmate and we got engaged -- knowing that no one wanted to throw a party -- we planned our own -- it was simply fabulous -- sumptuous foods, drinks -- the lot -- it was a magical night. The critics on my ring from what was left of my family -- cut deep into my soul. Never mind, I put it aside and pushed on, as I knew things were going to get better.
Months passed in preparations for our wedding -- we moved in together -- that went super -- becoming a bride, that was froth with troubles. I was laughed at the Bridal stores -- found one that didn't laugh, but what I chose, tried on and bought -- was not was arrived one day before my wedding. Oh sure, they got fired, but no chance to re-order in time. The dress, the shoes even the veil weren't what they were supposed to be.
The bridesmaid, the ring child and the one who wanted to walk me up the aisle -- didn't show up -- had to change things at the last minute. One person became very upset -- I cried silently -- hubby was very supportive.
Our honeymoon hotel, messed up the reservations -- we didn't get the bridal suite and put next to a very noisy party that lasted for 2 days -- on the third day we asked a final time to have things changed -- they declined -- we left for home.
Baby number one showed up while I was still an office worker -- for all the 7 years I had been there, I had contributed to numerous baby showers, engagement parties, invited to weddings, gave gifts left-right-and-centre -- me generous nature. On my last official day before maternity leave -- nothing happened. No party, no gifts -- nothing!
From my old home -- second hand goods for baby and constant complaints during a very long, 9 months of gestation!!! The hospital was overall great -- lovely epidural but some of the help (it was a teaching hospital -- they didn't graduate by the way!) was less than cordial.
When baby number two showed up, I was already home -- it was super quiet -- no gifts, no congrats, nothing -- hubby in all of this went above and beyond at being there for me -- that's what happens when you marry your soulmate!
Doctor number 2 for baby 2 -- yup, Doctor number 1 for baby 1 wasn't around the second time -- was simply a butcher -- baby was fine, thank be the Goddess. However, me was cut up and damage ensued.
Years passed, other parts of our lives from the outside world went on bashing us but our core stayed true. Until our 25th wedding anniversary and hubby wanted to recreate what had been messed up the first time around -- oh if only it had. The most blatant thing happened. Our original wedding certificate was stolen. The ceremony and the itinerary were changed by the organisers, even though we paid for the feast -- they ate it. Why? An excuse that our party had overshot the time-limit.
Once upon a time, there were four of us -- now one has left for the great beyond -- it's 8 months now -- do we know what happened? -- nope, the doctors haven't showed up yet and the complaints department can't seem to be bothered to return our calls -- you know how it goes, line busy, leave a message -- aye right!
Finally, the little amount of family I have -- which now counts to nine -- should be congregating together -- divorce is one thing -- however, I didn't divorce my nephew and his new family -- I want them in our lives. Sadly, they heard such blatant lies about us... Well, you get the picture -- frankly, let them believe what they want. I have to give up, close the book and write THE END on the last page -- rebuild our lives and look to the future.
Tears streaming... I wrote the words and closed the book...