He loves to make me feel bad. He thinks I’m stupid. Just because I left school early. I would have gone back. I’m sure I would. I didn’t have a choice really.
Ma was ill. If I didn’t leave and go to work, we’d have starved. It didn’t hurt that I really hated school, mind. Dad was a drunk. Ma used to put the money in jars in the larder. Before a night out, he’d go in there and tip em all out…