Grace Part Twenty.
Time moved on, and my Mum, Auntie and Uncle emigrated. They had a large home especially built for them, with many rooms and the home was in two sections, my Mum’s section and my Auntie/Uncle section. It was hard to imagine what their new home was like.
When my brothers and I were teenagers and working, Mum encouraged us to save via the Insurance Man, remember him? He’d come to our home every Friday at around 7pm and we’d give him our Insurance Book and he’d take our money, sign the book and off he went to the next customer. It was a bit like a saving bank but he came to your house, the set amount didn’t change, mine was £5 as I didn’t earn that much, some of my brothers paid or saved £8 and £10 each week. After the time was up you could either have the money you’d save or carry on saving.
After many years of faithfully saving, during that time I’d got married and moved to another Town, but the Insurance Man still came to my Town every Friday and one day, he said to me, “The time you have set to save is up, so you can either have the money or carry-on saving.” I asked him, “How much is the money?” He told me the amount and I told him, “I’ll have the money.” I wanted to clear all our debts but Paul said, “Use the money to go visit your Mum, as we won’t have this lump sum again.” So that’s what I did.
Mum had always urged me to come visit her, she wanted me to visit her before the kids were two years old as it would be cheaper. But when me and the kids went Daniel had just had his third birthday and Megan was just under two years old. So, Daniel was the price of an adult his airplane ticket was the same as mine, and Megan’s was just insurance money! Same with her coach fare. She was not allocated a seat for either. We were to go for three weeks. I was excited. Mum had told me I wouldn’t see my Uncle.
When I got there, I did see my Uncle!! It was an awful shock! It brought back lots of pain and anger and hate! I seemed to have gone straight back to my teens and everything felt raw again.
Most days he sat on the veranda in his rocking chair, looking all innocent! My precious, curious son would stand close, next to his chair and look up at him, I would say to Daniel, from where I was standing ten feet away, “Move away from the chair!” But his reply was always the same, “Why Mummy?” Or Daniel would say, while looking up at him, “What’s your name?” I’d just say, from where I was standing, “He has no name,” Uncle never ever spoke to Daniel, he was warned not to before I’d arrived.
In the bedroom upstairs, was the only time in the house I knew my precious children was safe! I’d say to Daniel, “Do NOT talk to him, do NOT go near him!” But it was futile! He was just a toddler! But it stressed the hell out of me! I found it stressful to have a quick shower as the kids could not be with me, there was no kids gate upstairs to keep them upstairs, so there was nothing to stop them going downstairs, this evil person was the biggest paedophile in my Town, but completely unknown to the police, his criminal record was spotless, his C.R.B. (Criminal Records Bureau) check would come out perfect, if he ever did one, for my Place of Worship hushed up all his abuse, he’d abused me and most of my friends, over many, many years, and he got away with the lot!!! He ruined many lives. And what my Mum and Auntie couldn’t understand was, he abuses when adults are in the house! So, my Mum and Auntie telling me, “Don’t worry, he won’t do anything as we are in the house.” They knew nothing!!!! He is too sly and devious, he’s a snake!!!! (Sorry snakes).
So, every day I cried buckets!!!! It was a miserable time for me, the only time I was happy was when Mum took us to the beach or outside the house. As soon as I got near the house or went in the house, I would feel dread again. I remember clearly as my precious Son looked up into his horrible face, I suddenly saw little me, I was once that age, I was once looked up to him with my innocent eyes, now I hate ‘innocent’ I wish there was no such thing! I wish all children and babies was born with intelligence, and awareness against lowlifes like my Uncle!
My tears got worse, you see the house wasn’t in two sections as my Mum had led me to believe, what was she thinking!!!! My Auntie had her section and Mum had hers but it was one house, one front door, one back door! It was one house. So, I saw his horrible mush every day! I tried at first to be civil, by saying, “Hi,” He’d reply in his pathetic weak voice, “Hello,” But most days I couldn’t stand his guts! I was stuck, trapped on the other side of the World, how I hated it! I was in a beautiful part of the World, but mentally I wasn’t in a good place. I felt weak, vulnerable and angry! I felt my Mum had tricked me, but my Mum it the sweetest soul you could ever meet, and because she is that way, she really would have thought all would be well, seeing her beloved Daughter, having me near her, would have made her SO happy, but I am nothing like my Mum she is like a lamb, I am like a lion! She’ forgiving, I’m not! She forgets, I don’t! She really wanted me to forgive and forget, for my mental health, and sanity!
Then after two weeks of pure hell, my Mum, Auntie and kids was upstairs, he was too feeble to ever get up the stairs, I was in the bedroom in bits, crying my eyes out, Mum and Auntie said, “We think you should go home early,” That was music to my ears. I couldn’t wait to get out of the house. We went to the Town and got the plane tickets, I had to buy two more tickets for me and Daniel, if my memory serves me well, his ticket was £700 and mine was the same, and this is the amount I had to pay again to get back a week early! But it was worth it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He’d ruined the holiday of a lifetime for me, but at least my precious kids were safe. It was good to be home.