Please don’t read anything into this. It is just a piece of writing:
We had gone to Doncaster, thirty miles away. Me, Bob my husband and David my nephew.
I was in a store and wanted to go to the toilet. I was, in the nightmare, walking. Not in a wheelchair, though I should have been, as I could not walk far, but was doing it becayse it was expected of me.
No one understood that I could not walk.
I stood in the queue for the toilet, and it was VERY long. I could not wait. It was urgent. Bob and David were waiting for me.
I went to a different place just a few yards away, to try and join the queue for a different toilet. But that queue was long, too.
I left that place and went to look for Bob and David, but they had gone. I did not know where to. I shouted their names. But nothing. I knew that Bob was in his wheelchair. I needed to be in one too, but I could not have mine. So I was walking. I was in pain and weak.
I could not find Bob and David anywhere at all. I panicked. I yelled and yelled their names……but no response. Where were they? They had LEFT me. I could not believe it. But they HAD.
I went out of the store into the street, and was going to phone Bob on his mobile. But when I got my phone out, I could not see to use it. I tried different buttons, but nothing would work. I kept on getting foreign languages. Bob’s answer message was in different foreign languages. Why had he done this? I was in panic. I had no means of contacting him to tell him where I was, to get him and David to come and get me. Then, I found Bob’s mobile in my handbag, so I KNEW there was no way of contacting him. He had put his mobile into my bag.
There I was, out in the street, and suddenly I was not in Doncaster but in London. But I was in Doncaster too. I rang my mother on my mobile. I told her that Bob had left me. That he didn’t want me a y more. That I could not get home, and that I was in the street in Doncaster and that I would have to get a train home but could not walk to the station. She did not care. I asked her if she knew anyone whom she couldn send from Scunthorpe to Doncaster to get me in a car. She said no. She told me I would have to deal with it myself. She cut me off dead, not caring at all.
I stopped someone in the street and asked them to help me. I told them the story, and asked them to help me to get to the train station. The lady was nice. She and her husband took me in their car, to the station, but it was Kings Cross in London. But when we got to Kings ross the crowds waiting outside the station to get in were huge. I could not stand in such a crowd. So I could not get a train home.
Then, I was in a car with the nice lady and a horrible, evil lady, who tried to get me to put crystals on me. New Agey stuff. She said that I had to leave Bob. I had to get out. She was meant to be taking me to the station as well, but, knowing that the crowds would stop me getting into the station, I asked her if she would drive me all the way home if I paid her. She said she would. But I did not trust her. She seemed evil. But at a certain point, in the muddle of London that was really Doncaster, she stopped, and got out of her car, and left us for a few moments. I told the nice lady that I did not trust the lady who was driving us, and so we got out of the car. The nice lady left me, and I was on my own. She knew of no one who would drive me home, and knew that I could not go on a train either. I could not walk, and could not get home. By then, my sight had gone too. I was totally stranded and alone and abandoned. I had no one, and could not contact anyone. Bob had left me and the marriage was over. He had gone over to David, and was with David. They were together. Everyone had LEFT me. I was alone, unable to walk, could not see, and could not phone anyone, and could not get home.
I thought of making my way to the police station to ask them to help me, but I could not get there because I could not see or walk, and did not even know where the police station was. I knew I was now on the streets. This would be my life now.
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