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My problem started soon after I had just turned 18. My name is Jacob and I’m just a regular kind of guy. Or so I thought. Ok, so I had a few issues back then, but doesn’t everyone at 18? For me most of these issues revolved around my mom being temperamental and difficult, and the way I had been brought up.
My mom, Margaret Addington, or Marge as she liked to be known, had divorced three years back, and now at 55, in the prime of her life, she had become a bit of a recluse. She’d given up on men, ‘I’m not giving myself to another man’ she would say angrily, when I’d suggest she maybe try meeting someone. ‘Not after all the trouble your father gave me’ she would continue. ‘One man in my life has been quite enough’.
My mom had a tough life until she divorced. She’d married quite late compared to others in her generation at 35, been my father’s second wife and it seemed he’d only married her to have someone cook and clean and provide some carnal satisfaction. They had argued a lot – as far back as I could remember, and enough for me to get sick of it.
Anyway, it all finally ended with a divorce and with me as an only child. And now mom just wanted to stick to working in her job of many years as a librarian until she retired, enjoying her garden, and the occasional women’s institute gathering, a few female friends and of course taking care of her only precious child, yours truly.
