I told my family the news and they were so pleased and happy for me. I can finally get the happiness and freedom that I deserve. The sooner I get out of there, the better. I got stuff ready for the move and Radha had been busy with her family so we didn't see much… Continue reading A lot goes on in three years (Part 4)
Over halfway through 2018, Radha had continued trying to put her house on the market. People coming to view the house became a regular basis, and it was incredibly frustrating as I had to wait until they left so I could lock my bedroom door and go about my business. My rent had gone up… Continue reading A lot goes on in three years (part 3)
Radha welcomed me into her home. I paid her the deposit and one months rent in advance. She gave me a contract and I read it through. It seemed pretty straight forward. Or so I thought... I signed it and kept a copy of it to myself. We then went out into the garden and… Continue reading A lot goes on in three years (part 2)
So I carried on working and feeling much more at ease since Veronica left. However, there was still the issue of then trying to find another place to move to again, as Sara was getting too caught up in the middle of us and although she sympathised, she obviously was going to put her daughter… Continue reading A lot goes on in three years (part 1)
That very night, I lay in bed and called my friends to tell them what happened. They couldn't understand what had possessed her to say such things and so out of the blue. To them, they always perceived her as a very shy, sensitive and kind person who wouldn't even hurt a fly. 'It doesn't… Continue reading Karma
The day of the move was emotional and bittersweet. We'd be moving on from the pain of bad memories but at the same time missing our home. We managed to get rid of what we didn't need anymore through charities. I took most of the sentimental things and all my furniture for the room that… Continue reading Picking myself up and carrying on again.. (part 2)
So, since that amazing special moment that happened at my cousin Dan's, Max and I spent the last few years trying to adjust to a sense of normality again. A lot has happened during this time - a one very long rollercoaster journey.. As I had mentioned in my previous post, the flat that we… Continue reading Picking myself up and carrying on again..
The night before the funeral, Max and I thought of some possible music dedicated to her. Uncle Kevin was very helpful and brought over some CDs. He went back home to prepare for his speech, which he had nearly finished writing. I noticed Max had started writing one too. I was very surprised because at… Continue reading Signs..
Within a space of a week or two, I now had to take the next steps and with a little help from my uncles, especially Uncle Brian - who undoubtedly, was brilliant when he helped my Mum with all the paperwork and funeral arrangements out when Dad died. It was so stressful and I hadn't… Continue reading One step at a time..
Max and I hugged each other tightly and sobbed our hearts out until our clothes were soaked with tears. 'She's free now Kate, shes's with Dad. No more pain. No more suffering' Max sniffled. Frances had left the room quietly to probably spend some quality time alone. I couldn't imagine how he was… Continue reading The morning after..