Continuation from Jane's story...

My heart went out to my mother

For a while, my parents stopped fighting. In fact, they stopped talking altogether. But the affair carried on. I hated the other woman. I knew she only latched on to my dad so that he could provide for her two sons from her ex-husband. How different is that from being a prostitute? And her sons will never be able to hold their heads high because they are thieves who steal from my family.

I often dreamt about crushing her head with a rock and I’d wake up with my heart racing and a big grin plastered on my face. It felt good to kill her, even if it was only in my dreams.

When I turned 18, I went to Britain to study. For the few years that I was there, I escaped the pain of my parents’ marriage. My heart broke for my mother, but I always questioned why she never left him.

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