Published: September 01, 2018
Mum paced up and down like a caged tiger as finally told me the uncensored tale of her six years with my father
15 August 1989. It was late, a knock at the door, a police officer’s voice. She was there to inform my mum that my father had taken his own life. Had they not divorced it would have been their 13th wedding anniversary. He had called her earlier that afternoon, barely lucid. She had known something was horribly wrong. Even given his history of violence, instability and alcohol abuse, my mother could never have imagined what he had just done, or what he was about to do.
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