I never ever wanted children and due to an earlier illness there was a possibility I would be infertile
Three years into my marriage I decided to have tests
The first test was a sample bottle for my husband which I never had to return
So at 30 I discovered I was pregnant
My mother and I had a business which meant living together in a massive house.
I worked up to the morning I went in to be induced
I then had two weeks off before I returned full time
My mother and I shared bringing my beautiful girl up for the 1st two years.
Then my husband and I bought a home for ourselves
My 2nd and 3rd children were accidents
In my mind my marriage was over but guilt and a persistant husband made me stay
I put in for a seperation when my youngest was 18 months old
I’ve brought them up alone since then
and they are all a credit to me (or should that be a credit to them)