At the time of writing this, I’m 32 years old, and I have a sister who is two years older than myself. Dad left us when we were both young children. He and Mum were not really getting along any more. They argued a lot and one day he finally had enough and walked out – never to be seen again, and leaving me and sister behind, like we never existed.
In the wake of the separation Mum really struggled, finding work to bring in some extra money, seeing to the housework, and of course, bringing up her two children. Mum was beautiful looking but a hard woman, who put up with no nonsense. She had always been the stricter parent.