When Gilda asked me to be a part of her blog I thought why me?  I have no A levels, no university degrees, I´ve never owned my own company or been a highly paid executive, never won any book awards, I´m just a humble housewife and mother who just happens to have written a book. What do I write about I wondered. Not politics although I do think that over the last 50 years governments, the EU and mass immigration have ruined Britain. Not religion, even though I believe that too many people have died because of their obsession with their faith. Now I can hear the rumble of the Politically Correct Brigade and the liberal minded and the Racial Discrimination Board breathing down my neck. I forget that freedom of speech is all one sided these days. I could talk about my dysfunctional family upbringing when my poor mother struggled to bring up 3 children on her own without welfare or housing benefit. I could talk about my physical and mental abuse in my relationship or my messy divorce. I could explain the heartache of losing one´s child, unable to say the final goodbye and falling into a pit of depression. Or I could talk about a man who gave me back my confidence and showed me that not all men are hurtful.

My husband Terry Callister, an author himself, rescued me and gave me hope. He took the time to understand my reservation to form a relationship, to open myself to criticism, to put myself under more stress. We were friends for many years before our relationship grew.  Now, I cannot imagine my life without him. He encouraged me to write. He always said I had a wild imagination and should put it to some use. Moorcroft – The Possession was the beginning but once I had started writing I couldn´t stop and it grew and grew. Terry told me to split the two stories and soon The Obsession was ready for editing but then I had to complete the trilogy and The Surrender came into being. It is said that fiction writers often write from their own experiences and, I must confess, that there are several episodes that relate to my past…but isn´t that the mark of a good writer? It is such a joy to know that total strangers are willing to buy my work and take the trouble to write a review and want to know if other books are in the pipeline. To Gilda, I say thank you for allowing me to show those people my appreciation.

Whatever happens in one’s life, good or bad, we must endeavour to strive for a better way of living. We all stand alone in life and in death, but it is up to each individual to decide whether to give in to life’s upsets or strive to overcome them. We must learn from the past, not relive it. We must take a deep breath and move forward. There were times when I wanted to give up, but the thought of someone else bringing up my children kept me going. My surviving son has, so far, avoided marriage.  I’m not sure whether that is a sign of the times or his view on the not-so-wedded-bliss he observed in his parents’ relationship. I hope that one day he will meet his soul mate, someone he can trust with his heart, someone he can feel comfortable with, a best friend and lover, someone like my husband.  We may not live in storybooks, but happy endings are out there if we are willing to do what it takes to achieve them.

About the Author:

I was born in an industrial town in the North of England. I was educated to secondary level when education in Britain was at its best and left at 16 to work in an accounts office. I met my husband at 14, married at 18, had my first child at 20 and my second at 21. My views on wedded bliss were soon shattered, but spurred on by my mother’s belief that we must work at a marriage I plodded on.  On the verge of a nervous breakdown, when I doubted my sanity I realised the manipulative and possessive man I lived with was not the man I married and I asked for a divorce. He said I would never cope without him. Thirteen years a single mother bringing up my children made me realise I wasn´t the worthless doormat he led me to believe I was. The death of my youngest son was the lowest point in my life, something a parent never gets over. When a work colleague of 10 years asked me out I was skeptical, but it proved to be the best thing I ever did. I had finally found my soul mate, someone who believed in me, who gave me back my confidence, and who treated me as an individual. We were married 2 years later and after 14 years we are still talking to each other, still laughing and enjoying life. A lottery win would make life perfect, but we can´t have everything!

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