Direct excerpt from Become the Best You #BTBY

wpid-become-the-best-you.jpg.jpeg“I was mostly ‘dragged up’. After her own unhappy childhood, my mother had a baby (me) aged 18 because she wanted someone to love her. By the time she was 25, she had three kids. I had a different father to my siblings but she felt it was best to tell me their dad was also mine – the official lie being that he was in prison when I was born, explaining why he wasn’t on my birth certificate. Growing up, it was obvious that he didn’t love me as much as he did the other two, but I wasn’t told the truth until after I had left home. Turns out my biological father was engaged to his current wife when he got my mother pregnant. To this day his wife does not know that I exist.

My step-father had a horrendous childhood. His mother died when he was two, and he was shown very little love when he was younger. It’s not surprising that he was a cold man. That he turned to crime. That he was an alcoholic, manic depressive and emotional bully. I remember being at my Grandma’s house one day when I was seven or eight years old, and having to go out to daddy’s car and say goodbye because he was going to kill himself. He had a massive gun in the passenger seat and had drank so much he was paralytic. Although he didn’t go through with it, that day haunted me for years.

He and my mother had a strange relationship. They only lived together as a couple for five years from when I was eleven, and split for good after that. I viewed him as a man of mystery throughout my entire childhood. We were not allowed to meet his family and I found out some years later it was because he’d had an affair with his sister-in-law and was the father of his brother’s son. Apparently this boy and my half-brother were close in age and looked so similar they could have been twins. He knew the secret would have destroyed his brother so he sacrificed us instead.

He was overly generous when it came to birthdays and at Christmas time, which upset my mother as she felt he was flashing his cash as a slight towards her. Day to day he provided extras which went some way towards supplementing our benefits income, but she was terrible with the little money she had. I witnessed her many times putting her last pound into a fruit machine, or going to bingo with it. She was always hoping for a big win that would change our lives. In reality, the phone and electricity were cut off more times than I care to remember, and the cupboards were often bare. It was a constant battle to make ends meet and I grew up thinking that her life must have been utterly miserable.

Being the eldest, I was regularly left alone to babysit my half siblings from a very young age. One distinct memory shines through the rest. The remains of a Guy Fawkes bonfire rekindled and the garden caught light one evening while she was out. I was nine years old and seeing fire through the living room doors was absolutely terrifying. Fortunately our neighbours across the road were home and came to our rescue. Shortly after this my mother took in a friend’s 16 year old son and he lived with us for a while. He would take advantage of me when she wasn’t home which led to me having an unhealthy attitude towards men for many years afterwards.

My mother used to run up as much debt as she could get away with, and when it looked like it was catching up with her we would move house. Unbelievably, in the 80s the debt would mainly be attached to your house rather than your name. By the early 90s it was becoming harder to get away with but not impossible. If there was a scam to be had she would seek it out. We’d had over a dozen addresses by the time I left home, which meant going to eight different schools.

I often endured low level bullying for being the new girl and over the years I was spat at, sworn at, threatened with violence and routinely humiliated. The bullying I suffered in the last school I went to was significant, and led to a suicide attempt. I had gone to a sleepover and one of the boys molested me in my sleep. He then went into school and bragged about it. The police got involved and my so-called friends turned against me, saying it was all my fault. I found myself in the unfortunate position of being the most hated girl in the whole school. By then it was my final year and my self-esteem and confidence were at an all-time low. I loathed going in and would do anything for a day off which meant falling behind with my work.

My step-father was a permanent feature in our lives by then, and the best way to describe him was that he was a deeply unhappy, ‘functioning’ alcoholic. We got into a fight one morning about me not wanting to go to school and he punched me in the face. He was often harsh with his words but usually kept his fists to himself. He almost broke my nose, and this ended up being the catalyst for me leaving home. I was 15, had no qualifications and only £50 in my pocket. He said I’d be pregnant and living in a hovel within the year. I went to stay with an aunt in her tiny maisonette where I slept on the floor of my cousin’s bedroom between the cot and the bunk beds. It wasn’t ideal but at least I was safe.

No-one escapes the psychological fallout of a childhood like mine. I went through major bouts of depression as a young adult, and lived life in self-destruct mode for many years to numb my pain. I spent my teens and early twenties going from one all-weekend bender to the next. I had a string of disastrous relationships early on, then spent a handful of years sleeping with just about anyone. I wouldn’t have even looked at half of them once, let alone twice when I was sober.

Eventually I had a breakdown aged 22 and sought professional help. My counsellor was an amazing women who had lots of experience dealing with family dramas. During the eighteen months that I saw her regularly she taught me that I needed distance from my family, that I deserved to be loved and how to respect myself. Although she tried her hardest she couldn’t get me to tackle my love of booze or partying. That would come later. Along with breakdown number two.”

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19 Replies to “Direct excerpt from Become the Best You #BTBY”

  1. I’ve only just read this and what an incredible story and an incredible lady you are. To get out of such a situation and to come out the other side is more than remarkable. I am so inspired by you and your strength and your honesty.

  2. mummytries says:

    Thank you so much for your kind words Jenny, truly they mean a lot xx

  3. You are a true survivor and so brave to share your experiences and show the world that you chose a better life for you and haven’t let your horrible past be any excuses in your life now. Your amazing and your family is amazing because of you and how you have dealt with your past. Thank you ever so much for linking up to Share With Me. #sharewithme

  4. mummytries says:

    You are too kind, thanks so much honey xx

  5. You are not a lady that lets any challenge phase you! This is an awesome book and I urge anyone with a difficult or challenging past to to read it! It’s honest, practical and helpful on every level Zx #sharewithme

  6. mummytries says:

    Thanks so much, really kind of you to say that xx

  7. You are one amazing woman. To go through everything you went through and come out the other side so strong. xx

  8. mummytries says:

    Thanks so much, what a lovely thing to say xxx

  9. There are no words. You are an incredible woman xxx

  10. What a lovely thing to say Jules, thank you. I have really fond memories of our time together in Thailand, and although things went south for me after that trip it will always remain a highlight for me. I hope all’s well with you and the family xx

  11. Wow, Ren I met you in your early 20’s party days..had no idea this was all bubbling away under the surface. Just makes me think you’re even more amazing. A true survivor – someone I’m privileged to know. What a brave soul you are to share your story…I know it’s going to help so many people turn their lives around.

  12. So sorry to hear this my darling. Motherhood can be such a challenging and isolating time, it’s good to know who our real friends are and know that we can count on them unconditionally. Sending lots of love and hugs xxx

  13. I love the tagline. I really do. Though if the people who we counted on for support really said it and believed it, it would make a heck of a difference. Thought provoking.

  14. Thanks so much Amy, really hope you enjoy it. Please pop back and let me know how you get on xx

  15. Amazing strength. Off to buy your book now.
    Amy x

  16. Thanks so much for your kind words xx

  17. I am so glad that you have come out stronger at the other end, despite all the odds. I do wish you every success with your writing x

  18. Don’t feel sad lovely, feel happy that I managed to turn it around – believe me it very nearly didn’t happen! Thanks for buying the book, really hope you enjoy it xx

  19. Oh Renee – I’m pretty familiar with your story being a regular reader but every time my heart just goes out to you and I I marvel at how very normal and well balanced you are now. I really hope that you inspire others to make the same life changing steps. Xxx ps will be buying book when I get home from work!

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