My family were disapproving, my sister had spat in my face, my mother told me, "I don't want to know." and "You've made your bed, now lie in it."
My friends had either found Jehovah,
or were travelling with work around the world. Either way, I didn't feel able to contact them.
Who could I turn to in order to discuss anything regarding my relationship?
Kev's family were very different in that they were all very supportive of him. Being paraplegic, he'd spent most of his youth at a specialist school. Now an adult living in the family home, it seemed, if he wanted anything, someone was expected to fetch it - promptly.
Early discussions with his family established definite expectations of me as his partner, especially as he'd given up a wife and home in order to be with me.
I was now approaching my 19th birthday.
