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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.

I 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.

She was 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.

There is no way of verifying the accuracy of the things that I was told by my aunt as she spent her last days whilst she was in an agony of pain and despair, often telling me that she wished that she could ‘wake up dead,’ but it is a story that is honest and a story that should be believed, if only for the fact that the woman was dying and wanted her story to be told.

My aunt did indeed become a difficult woman towards the end of her life, but she wasn’t always so. I remember her as being a ray of light in my miserable childhood, but as the years progressed my life became better, as her life became more and more unbearable. This is her true story as I remember it.

Chapter 1.

My Aunts story:

I was born into a family that was disjointed; at least it was in my opinion. Mother had married my father in a hurry. I don’t know whether or not she was pregnant, or whether marrying him was an act of desperation to get away from her childhood home, but I don’t believe that she ever truly loved my father and in fact I don’t

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