Finding My Freedom by Bridget Jones MBE

Author:Bridget Jones MBE
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
Published: 2020-11-20T00:00:00+00:00

Grandma

Grandma came to stay for a few weeks. She arrived on a wet Monday morning with her white pet poodle called Bimbo. God, it must have been the ugliest looking dog on the planet. It must have lived out in the Wild West, and the Indians had scalped him of his fur.

Father wouldn’t allow us to have a dog or cat, saying there were enough animals in the home without bringing another one in. He was talking about his children.

Bimbo was wearing a small pair of glasses that were tied with plastic from one end to the other to keep them on his head. He was the strangest raggedy dog I’ve ever seen.

Father asked her where did she get the fucking rat from.

She hit him with her handbag and replied: “He may be half-blind, but not fecking deaf! Mind what you say around him. He is very sensitive.”

You would swear she was talking about a human being.

Grandma was small in height, in her early sixties, and quite attractive. She wore her silver hair in a very tidy bun high on top of her head. Her complexion was pale as if she had no blood in her skinny body. She would put dots of rouge on her face to give it some colour.

Every time she sat down or got up from a chair, she’d fart and blame poor scabby Bimbo.

“Oh, Bimbo!” she’d say, waving her hand in front of her nose.

The dog would just look up, as if to roll its eyes, and lay its weird head back down again. The smell from Grandma was toxic. Brother Martinlee said he thought something had died inside her, and her body was trying to discard it. She’d drink Guinness for breakfast, dinner and supper. It was no wonder she stank the house out, not that it didn’t stink anyway.

Father had to go and buy toilet paper for her because she complained that she wouldn’t be seen dead wiping her fecking arse with an old newspaper. What would God say if she happened to die with the evening news printed all over her arse?

She slept in with the girls, but demanded to have her belongings in Mother’s wardrobes, saying our ones stank of piss.

I helped her hang her clothes up. I was shocked by the amount of clobber she had: six cardigans, three coats, all in black, six pairs of boots and shoes, lots of baggy knickers and one skirt.

I could hear mother saying to Father, it looked like “the old cunt will be fecking here forever” with the amount of stuff she’d come with.

The household changed from the day she came to stay. There were no more beatings, and Father couldn’t sneak into his daughters’ bedroom to interfere with them anymore, as it appeared I wasn’t the only girl being sexually abused by the monster.

We felt very safe with her around and could sleep without fear or worrying who he was coming for next.

She lay between my sisters and myself, telling us stories about our Grandad Pat.

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