Its so hard to know where to start when analysing your life. Do you start from being a kid, your first love, leaving home? There doesn't seem to be any set point does there?
I want to talk about my ex - the oh so sexy Mr P. But I think I would probably be better off starting with my husband. Now you may think thats a weird place to start, and to be honest I would probably agree - but! he's been in my head for so long!! 22 years long (and I'm only 38!!).
We met at work. I was doing my little YTS course and being that I had been placed in a large manufacturing company I was doing the rounds of the departments gaining secretarial experience. I used to get the earlier train to work because you could actually get a seat on that one so I was always there about half an hour before I needed to be. The department I was working in at that time was the switchboard and post room - there I was minding my own business reading my book and in waltzes this cute and very sexy electrician to change one of the lights. Now I must admit I wasn't attacted to him straight away - I was in a relationship with Mr P and very happy with him too. But this electrician used to wander past the windows of the switchboard room (it had those little mirrored stripes on the windows) and I could see him looking at me all the times he used to walk past. He was growing on me.....!!
Mr C (the electrician) started to wait for me after work (the shop floor workers used to finish about three quarters of an hour before the office workers). He used to walk me to the station where we would board the train and go in separate directions. On a Friday we would go and spend our wages in Woolworths on records (oh yes, the days of vinyl) before starting outside the station for as long as we could get away with it; don't get me wrong - there was no kissing, cuddling or any funny business - we were just enjoying spending time with each other. One thing I can never forget was the look on his face when he found out I was only 16 - it was pure class!! He was 19 and thought I was the same age (obviously being 16 I was highly honoured that someone thought I was older than I was - now I slap them!).
It was in the November that we first kissed. He had finished his training and was hauled down the pub; all the guys knew by that time we were friends (I think, looking back, they thought it was more lol) so I got invited too. After a couple of hours drinking he was definately 'happy' - he didn't want me to go back to work and kissed me. Passionately. Very passionately. Now I was pretty limited to my experiences at 16, and to be pashed by a 19 year old was well, it was luuuuuuuuush!!!! There was that bit of excitement that I was seeing someone and I'd been kissed by someone else.
We didn't lunge straight into a 'relationship' or 'affair' to be fair. I fell pregnant by Mr P in the following February (totally unplanned and the result of failed contraception I might add!) - but that was a real time of changes. My parents firmly believed in getting married before having sex so I knew I was in for a bit of a problem. I went to the doctors to look into having a termination although it wasn't something I really believed in doing. My mother went to the doctors to pick up a prescription and was given a termination form by the receptionist for me - what a real uncool way of them finding out I was pregnant. I got some real grief for it. Now my parents were very middle class - no benefits or anything. I had no idea of the benefit system, how things worked - my dad told me that if I had the baby I would have to go and live in a childrens home, and yes, I believed him. I wasn't allowed to contact Mr P (obviously nobody had inventd the mobile then!!). It was a complete frigging shambles.
