Now that I think about it, I don't know how my mum managed with all those kids at home, in that small council flat. My dad had left her just a few months before I got pregnant. He was a drunken sod. It wasn't like he'd found another woman or anything like that, although I know he had affairs from time to time, and during his time in the Merchant Navy he had often visited prostitutes — he never made any secret about it either. He laughed and joked about it quite openly at home. My dad seemed quite proud of all the antics he got up to. He didn't care about mum and how she felt when he was blabbing on about it all. I was glad when he left. As the eldest I had to cook and clear up after that filthy bastard.
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