Hi Dee, Mum knew she once had a son who loved her, and then a Daughter who became even closer than the son she had by then lost.
Mum and Faye mutually supported each other, she shielded me from my abusive father and brother, I gave her a place to hideaway when home life became to much. I had moved into an apartment I shared with another girl. She always told us she now had two daughters.
Over the next 5 years ( I was now 25 years old) Helen my flatmate emigrated to Australia and I purchased my own apartment. Mum and I would meet there on a Saturday when my father and brother were at a game.
We would go to the Mall as Mother and Daughter, shop, chat over coffee and enjoy being together. On one of these days we met one of her neighbours, they chatted for a while and it was obvious this woman who had lived across the road from my family since I was young had no idea who I was.
A few days later and her husband met my brother, told him of his wife meeting my Mum, adding that she ( his wife ) has casually remarked that Mum was with a younger woman. My brother told my dad and under pressure and obviously in fear she told them she had been visiting me. I will not repeat my Fathers actions but I was never to see my Mum again.
less than a year later she passed away after a short illness and I was banned from her funeral, though I did visit her place of rest a few days later, as Faye and more importantly to me , as a Daughter. I had the feeling of my Mum watching down on me.
I’m sorry if this is too long a story, but I have for so long needed to share with those who could understand.
This was over 40 years ago and I wish such sites as this were around then.
Faye
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