Today I have been sober for 102 days.
MOBI’S STORY – (PART 21)
THE RETIREMENT YEARS (CONTINUED)
Back in my home in South Essex, the real business of getting to grips with my retirement finally arrived.
As I recounted in my previous ‘Mobi’s Story’ installment, my odyssey across North America with my wife and daughter was not an auspicious start to my new life. It soon became clear that my wife was going to enjoy my retirement a lot more than I would.
It was the year 2000 and I had already been with her for some 17 years; my youngest daughter was 14, and my eldest (adopted) daughter was 24. My wife had been the controlling and dominating influence in our lives for a very long time, although I had mitigated the problem by spending so much of my time at work.
My eldest daughter had already “fled the nest” and had taken out a mortgage for a small house in the town centre, and was living there happily with her latest “live in” and worked in the city for her dear old dad’s company. (Yes, nepotism was alive and well in the city of London). In her teen years she had been quite rebellious, and had suffered the wrath of a mother “scorned” and had fled home when she was barely 18.
When all the fuss died down, we continued to help her financially as she worked her way through college, and eventually, when she was around 21, she actually returned to the family fold, a very different and mature person to the one who had left. In fact, she had ‘morphed’ into a very lovely, kind and caring person, and one who has remained the same to this day.