Monday, 27 April 2009

When I Was Three or Four

During my mother's first divorce, I led my 1 year old toddler brother by the hand into the living room, and asked: "Is it me and M. that is making you unhappy?"

During my mother's second divorce, when I was 15, I plied and tried every emotional trick in the book to keep her and my stepdad together.

It ended with a long walk along the Sidmouth beaches, him sobbing his guts out, and me picking up the pieces.

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