Finding out things maybe you'd rather not
I gathered loads and loads of paperwork from my dad's after his death.
Most should have been thrown away years ago.
At the bottom of one drawer in the bureau my mum always used for marking (she was a teacher) were a bunch of letters. Not fully together, neither hidden away or on show but buried a bit.
I read one and was confused, intrigued, worried all at once. They were from a man not my father to my mum.
I got them in order then read them all. Clearly chunks missing but they spanned over 5 years with decreasing frequency. All sent to the school mum worked at not to home. Clearly they met on a course and the guy was first to write. This was in late 70s before my brother was born or me. They stopped after my birth.
Nothing to suggest a sexual relationship but a friendship of some intimacy. I looked up via 192 and got a phone number. Encouraged by a friend I called but he had a call screening service. I left a message a week or so back.
Just got off the phone as he called back. I explained mum had died some years ago. He was deeply saddened. And then that dad had gone to hence finding his letters.
He remembered mum from the course. He was frank saying he made his intention clear but mum was committed to dad and soon us kids arrived. He never married.
Lovely sounding guy. I was thinking he could have been my dad but obviously not I wouldn't be here if that had happened. I feel very odd. My mum was this church going, God fearing Pastor's wife who taught. Not a woman fighting off guys who fancied her.
Most should have been thrown away years ago.
At the bottom of one drawer in the bureau my mum always used for marking (she was a teacher) were a bunch of letters. Not fully together, neither hidden away or on show but buried a bit.
I read one and was confused, intrigued, worried all at once. They were from a man not my father to my mum.
I got them in order then read them all. Clearly chunks missing but they spanned over 5 years with decreasing frequency. All sent to the school mum worked at not to home. Clearly they met on a course and the guy was first to write. This was in late 70s before my brother was born or me. They stopped after my birth.
Nothing to suggest a sexual relationship but a friendship of some intimacy. I looked up via 192 and got a phone number. Encouraged by a friend I called but he had a call screening service. I left a message a week or so back.
Just got off the phone as he called back. I explained mum had died some years ago. He was deeply saddened. And then that dad had gone to hence finding his letters.
He remembered mum from the course. He was frank saying he made his intention clear but mum was committed to dad and soon us kids arrived. He never married.
Lovely sounding guy. I was thinking he could have been my dad but obviously not I wouldn't be here if that had happened. I feel very odd. My mum was this church going, God fearing Pastor's wife who taught. Not a woman fighting off guys who fancied her.
