My Life; My Bitterness
My Bitter Life.
By Robert Panton.
Published on Smashwords
account is something that was related to me by an Aunt over the
course of a few weeks. I am her nephew and as she lay dying in the
last stages of cancer she opened her heart, which was something quite
unusual and out of character.
are of course other things that she had told me over the years which
I have mingled into the story as they cropped up in my memory while
relating her story. Sixty two years worth of ‘things’ to be
precise, as she and I were always close and shared a lot from time to
time, though always on her terms and only as far as she was willing
to allow me to see into her soul. We weren’t so close as to be on
‘hugging’ terms and she certainly wasn’t one to talk about her
inner feelings in any great depths, rather she would have denied
having any real emotions at all. Auntie Madge wasn’t into hugging
and shows of affection, but I loved her nonetheless even though she
would always throw scorn on any show of affection that I would
occasionally and tentatively attempt to give to her.
absolutely and freely confess that I was in awe of her and thought of
her as a strong and independent person and I didn’t realise until
the last few years of her life how messed up she was inside.
my saviour from an unkind and overbearing father. If and when he
became too ‘physical’ I would fly to her for help and I always
loved her for her intervention and protection, though later I came to
find her the most difficult person in my life notwithstanding my huge
respect for her.