lovetowrite

When I was 9 years old my mother had a nervous breakdown.  She went to bed for 2 years.  The only times she got up was to go to the toilet as we didn’t have a bathroom.

I had to take care of my Dad, my brother who was 7 years older than me, and go to school.  I basically had no life during this period.  I would go shopping for food, cook, do the washing by hand, and then peg it out to dry.  Yes, I was good at ironing too.

Life was very tough and this made it much harder for me.  I have no idea what brought my mother out of this stage of her live, but she continued to be anxious until she passed away at age 80.

I look back on these 2 years and wonder what my life could have been like, but that is in the past, so I have to move on.

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