my husband left me for another woman
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My late husband and I were married for thirty seven years before he left me for another woman; a girl almost the same age as our daughter. We married quite young, he was twenty-two and I was eighteen. We had two children, and we worked hard for our wealth, and then my husband left me for another woman, but not before taking my kidney.

In 1980, I ran away from dysfunction, abuse and rape. I lived in the Northern Territory of Australia with my mother, and whichever one of her slew of boyfriends lived with us at any particular time. By day my Mama was a waitress and by night she was a party girl. My father died before I was born, and the closest I came to experiencing a father was the men my mother brought home from time to time. And they changed frequently, so frequently that I stopped trying to keep up.

When I was sixteen, she began to see Rick regularly, and all the other men  faded away. Life appeared to become stable for a fatherless girl like me. But it wasn’t long before Rick showed me his true colors; he was more interested in getting naked with me than fathering me

And my mother, she had absolutely no interest in hearing what Rick was doing to me. The harder I tried to tell her, the harder she shut me up. She totally refused to believe me. I don’t blame her, she had spent years looking for love in all the wrong places, and now that she had found “the one,” she was not about to let me spoil it for her. So she beat me and told me to shut up. And then she married Rick.

When I tried to tell her one Friday night that Rick had come into my tiny room and exposed himself to me, she said, “We are poor, Rick is rich. He doesn’t want a child like you when he has a woman like me. No shut up before he leaves me for another woman.”

My mother’s denial emboldened Rick, who very obviously very much liked the child more than her mother. And so when the abuse became too much for me, I ran. I had saved money from working as a hand in vineyards, I took all my savings and left town. I was a few months shy of seventeen.

The first few days, I did odd jobs and slept wherever I could. And then I found a job with room and board at a farm. It was hard work, I lied about my age to get the job, but for the first time, I found peace. And to top it off, there was Flynn, he looked out for me, showed me the ropes and he protected me. His kindness to me was a breath of fresh air after living with my mother’s rage for so long.

A year later, we were pregnant and married.

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