The silence continues

[Huddy]

I think back to my Dads affair. I was 8 at the time. I didn't really get on with him as he worked away a lot. I was a lot closer to my Mum and Gran. He went off with my Aunty (I wondered why we spent every Sunday going to her house), found his own place and realised that the world wasn't as green as he expected. He was back within seven months.

I never forgave him. Our relationship was fractured, at that point, forever. We never did anything really together after that. Never did the 'first pint' when I was eighteen, nothing. I hated him.

He dies when I was 19 and I slept like a baby that night. Cruel, I know, but that's how it effects children. I wish WAS's realised that.