Tag: Life story
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Being stopped by the police
Note: this post includes stories of drug taking and as such names of the innocent have been changed. You know who you are! I’ve been stopped by the old bill seven times in my adult life, each one of those times was whilst driving and the result of a “random” stop. All those stops were…
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The move to Northampton
After my dad’s passing my mum was left with nothing, no house, no money, no career, kids to feed,…how would she cope? Oh no, wait, that’s not what happened at all: my dad’s insurance covered the remainder of the mortgage, paid for his own funeral and had enough left over to keep my mum going…
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You’re man of the house now
Almost immediately after my dad’s passing there was no end of people coming up to me proclaiming: “you’re the man of the house now, Roy. Look after your mum”. I’m not exaggerating – everyone was approaching me and telling me the same thing, be it family, friends, strangers… Well, saying that is all well and…
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The day I lost my Dad
If you’re looking for donor conceived stuff in this entry then you’ll be sorely disappointed. I want this post to concentrate entirely on the man I called Dad; the man who was and still is my Dad. No-one will ever replace him. We might not share DNA but he instilled in me the knowledge of…
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It started with a wan….memory!
My English teacher, Mrs Gyte, had always told us that a story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. I’m writing a story of me so I should write about my beginning, right? Probably no; firstly I can’t remember being zero years old and secondly my beginning probably really starts before conception, and…
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Being Donor Conceived – the start of my story
I’ve always wanted to write a book on my life as I’ve always felt it’s pretty unique. So, as a story needs a beginning, I present to you, dear reader, the preface to me, the “hook” to suck you in and wanting to read more. This story begins with a few paragraphs about being a…