30 years ago I came downstairs it was 1980 and a typical bleak wintery afternoon in Yorkshire, my Mummy was ironing on the floor she often didn't bother with an ironing board she was doing what she was supposed to do, just not very well, which just about summed our Mother up. My older sister Tasha was crying and clinging onto her neck, my brother Eddie knelt beside them crying too, I joined them and sobbed my heart out and a sense of fear and sadness gripped me it has never left me, buried deep inside and hidden from view but it is always with me, through all the heartaches, all the failed relationships I have lived my life in constant fear of being left, I will always be that 3 year old child losing the one person that should never fail you. If your own mother doesn't want you then who will?
She left us that day and the course of 5 peoples lives changed forever
