Courtesy of my colleague from Titchfield, my family now knew everything about Kev, including the fact that he was already married. My Mum and my sister insisted on telling me, frequently and at great length, exactly what they thought was the solution to the problem. My sister, who was now 25-26 years old (and had never had a boyfriend) spat in my face, for emphasis, I think. Contrary to their obvious expectations (?), this did not persuade me to do as they suggested.
It's possible, with hindsight, to conclude that the worst aspect of being a teenager is the naturally rebellious nature that it invokes. Certainly, I was determined to be master of my own life and make my decisions, this meant I was unwilling to be commanded by my family. Also, at 18, wasn't I supposed to be trusted to make my own decisions, doesn't that also include the mistakes and/or consequences? The worst thing for me was the absolute lack of support. I didn't expect to have anyone's blessings.
Christmas was also approaching, I wanted to be able to socialise!
18 is still very young.
