My dear mum
by Loving daughter
My mum was my best friend. The hard life she had with my controlling dad, he was a bricklayer, worked hard, drank hard. If everything wasnt perfect, mum would get punished. Mum was of a nervous disposition, on numerous anti depressants. a bit on edge. but the kindest loving person anyone could wish for. Dads antics went unoticed for a while. i would come home to mum lying on the couch, bruises all over neck, and having being punched mostly where it didnt show, somewhere hidden, so neighbours wouldnt see the bruises. Or worse if he wanted something else. Turned my mum to having a few drinks. Within time drink turned to be a comfort to her. One drink, then another .. Sleeping her days away mostly....and so this went on, my mother loved my dad soo much. There never was anyone else but him. His anger grew stronger, my mums urge for alcohol increased to the point of hiding bottles, cans in the washing machine, under the sink, in the oven, sounds funny... Not when you see the hurt that your dear mums going through! Then she left dad, with my encouragement, to build a new life without him. Only for my mum to be weak, missing him. He came back into her life. A few hospital trips later, then split again. He warned her never to go with anyone else. She was lonely and scared. I tried to support her. Do up her new little house. Little did I know, she was paying either a neighbour or local taxi driver to bring her back booze from the off licence. Then the call from her sister, sobing"your mothers dead" i never have recovered from that day. She is in my thoughts every day...
The smallest things remind me of her. God bless my dear mum" rest in peace, you are soo loved, miss you mum. <3 Xxx