My sister asked me once why I wrote about these things. Why I didn’t let them go. It wasn’t phrased as sound advice. Just disdain. My weakness revealed to the world. I told her that we are not all made of stone. As hard as nails. Happier to forget than…
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I remember as a child
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Ravioli, chips and peas
I remember my mother ‘going to Clifton’. Clifton hospital near York. On googling, I find there was a county asylum there until around 1994. I’ve no idea if this was the place but she was gone for what seemed a while in a young girls life. She made me a…
I remember as a child
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Ciders in the shed
I remember things going downhill pretty quickly after the marriage to Robin. He was an alcoholic and he hid it well. He’d go off down the shed to do some manly thing or other. One day Mum found the empty cider bottles. Things escalated and he started getting violent. Me,…
I remember as a child
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A glass full of valium
It must have been the smell of burning that woke us. I was about 10 or 11 so sis was younger. We had an antique, double lined, brass coal scuttle that was used as a bin and it was currently shooting out flames perilously close to the curtains. My mother…