From Gordon to mine!

This is why I vibe with him. Shared experiences. Almost exactly.

I left home 5 weeks after my 17th birthday.

Being the only other female in the house, I was the one who’d pick Mum up off the floor and dress her wounds. My reward? Well. She could never beat him in a fight.

From the day of Mum’s funeral until my youngest brother got married – 20 years later – I had ZERO contact with Dad. The day before his funeral…I was the only one of his children to see him in the morgue. I held his cold hand and kissed his cold forehead.

That was the day that I forgave them both.

For EVERYTHING