Relationships had never been my strong point. I had them, was in them, did not need them, but still managed to end up in them.
They were unavoidable… relationships were and are everywhere. We have relationships with everyone we meet: big, small, long term or short, we are all in one in one way or another. Continue reading “Relationships, Me and God”→
I was brought up by a Catholic mother and a Church of England father and the main religion of the house was the Roman Catholic faith: we went to church every Sunday and I went to a Catholic Convent Boarding school in the UK, which was run by nuns. I was a boarder there from age six to thirteen and continued as a day girl until I was seventeen.
For much of my life I felt I had to shoulder, on my own, all the ups and downs that life presented to me. I thought the way to do this was to toughen up, to become strong and independent and to accept that this is how life was meant to be.
In the first few years of knowing Michael I didn’t really take an interest in developing a friendship with him. He was a few years older than I, but he also had a level of maturity and air of manhood about him that didn’t suit the types of friends I wanted to have around at the time.