General Chat

Forty years ago I had just left work as my baby was due on 10th April.

A time of very mixed feelings for me.
I was so happy to be having a (planed) child, but my marriage had just brgun to fall apart.

We stayed together till 1976. I was sad that the marriage failed - but once it had and I was sure that nothing could be done to "repair" it - I was pleased that we divorced.

Uzzi - I too have gone through some very low times - but not that bad after the birth of my son.

La Gooner - I don't think that I would ever have got the courage to leave my ex. In the end he ran off with a friend of ours.

It was the second best thing he ever did for me. (the first was giving me my wonderful son)


Uzzi I hope that things continue to look good for you and you can fully enjoy the good times while knowing that the bad days will soon pass. <3 <3 <3

40 years ago I was in a loveless violent relationship. Thankfully 8 years later I got up courage and walked out and have never looked back. I am now very happily married to the most wonderful man who is loving and kind and my true friend and soulmate

I remember 1974 well. Dad's small business (where I worked) had to close because of all the shoe imports that caused shoe factories to close as well. It was a time of recession!! I don't think dad ever recovered from losing his business and he died 5 years later aged 59. It was also the year I joined the Civil Service, which was a real eye opener for me and the challenges and couple of promotions were the making of me really. It certainly taught me that very few things are all black or white!

It was good you got through those times Uzzi. If only we could look ahead sometimes and see the good times to come.

40 years ago in may I married my second husband and they have been the most happiest years of my life.He is my soul mate. We have had good times and hard times and are going through some hard times at the moment but I wouldnt change anything for the world. :-) :-) :-)

40 years ago 1974, is a year imprinted in my mind, in June of that year I was one of the leaders at a joint cub and scout camp when our local parish minister arrived at the campsite. I thought he had come to visit the cubs and scouts, sadly that was not the reason for his visit, he had come to tell me that my father had died and to take me home to comfort my mother, my dad was only 58 :-(

Glad your efforts didn't succeed Uzzi, and happy for you that things finally worked out for you too, despite the blips and glitches!

On this date, 40 years ago (1974) I was trying to cope with the premature birth and then the death of my baby daughter, three weeks previously, and the way my life had changed from the way I thought it was going. I had no job to go back to as the Council I was working for were moving out of the city and I had said I wouldn't be available to move with them, thinking I would be at home with my baby due in May.

I had to go 'on the dole' and look for work even tho I was in no fit state to do anything, living in a doped up haze from prescribed antidepressants and sleeping tablets. I could see no point in anything but gradually found a job in an office at the local University and a part time job in the evenings at a club, anything to fill my time and stop me thinking. The day job didn't work out, it was too boring, not enough to do and I walked out of that one day but found another job soon after and just plodded on. My partner was by then working on an oil barge coming back from America and he worked so many weeks on, and one week off for a while after that, so he wasn't around to support me much, not that he was coping very well himself with our loss.

Still life goes on, and I just had to keep working and letting life take me where it would, I was not myself for more than a year and have never recovered from the shock of my loss even tho I have my lovely son now and have had lots of good things in my life.

All part of life's rich pattern, fate or whatever, but not the way I thought life would be when I was a young girl with dreams.

Lizxx

Hello all.

Well 40 years ago I had just became a teenager, my life changed changed for the worst possible time ever and it changed me!
Since then, with help I have learn`t to take things one day at a time.

so glad you lived, Uzzi :-)


40 years ago, I was married, had left the UK 3 days after our wedding, lived in southern US for a year, moved up to Canada, and had been living in the little house that we still live in for just about 2 years.

We were expecting the birth of my daughter on or about April 5th .................. she arrived on March 24th


so it was a time of change for us.

40 years ago, about this time, I was in Saudi Arabia, visiting my parents. Dad had been working out there for about 5 years, and 2 years previously, when I was 15, just before I took my GCE's, mum went out to live with him.
They bought a small house in Southampton for my sister and I to live in and my (then) 19 year old sister was made my legal guardian. :-S

I came back to UK later in the year and moved to Portsmouth :-D

hayley I feel for you, my Dads death shattered me but at least I was old enough to understand. and strong enough to cope. although I still talk to him.

Uzzi
I am so pleased that you survived all that and now found happiness. 40 years ago I was 19 and happy and carefree. Been through so much over the years but love my family so much and would not change anything. xx

Thankfully Ann it isn´t just my OH that makes me thank that I lived, although it took me a few years to understand that my life was worth something to me.
40 years or so ago I was in your area (as you are now) we lived in Avening, for awhile

40 yrs ago I would of been 6yrs and still coming to terms with my Dads dealth which would of been about 7 weeks before

I am so pleased that you don't regret living Uzzi, how sad if you had succeeded and missed all you now have.

40 years ago we had been married for 14 years, daughter was 12/13 and son was 7 I worked part time in a large comprehensive school as lunch time supervisor and we lived in the Forest of Dean.

what was you all doing ?

I was thinking about taking my own life. I still have the scars and the memories. The scars have faded as have the memories, I never want either to fade totally because they remind me of how hard I have worked to get where I am. They also remind me of how lucky I am.
They remind me that when sitting in a cow pat of life a daffodil could grow. My blossom may have come to me later in life than I wanted but he probably came at a time when I could have appreciated him. If he had arrived 10 years earlier I wouldn´t have understood or believed him, I would have damaged him.
So yes everything comes to those who wait but you can´t just sit on your arse and wait ,,life is waiting and expects you to live it. Take the plunge it could be fun <3

I do not regret living.