Throwback Thursday #9 – Independence

Maggie and Lauren alternate as hosts for the Throwback Thursday memories.
This week it’s Maggie’s turn to set the theme, which is Independence.
She says

Learning to be independent is a critical step in adolescent development. Some people ease into it a step at a time, and others plunge in all at once. When did you start to feel independent? Maybe it was when you finally had your own bedroom, or perhaps the first time your parents let you stay home alone. Or maybe the first time you slept over outside your own home. Money can signify independence. What was your first job? Maybe independence was transportation – a new bike, your driver’s license, a new car or your first trip on an airplane. Or maybe, it was when you moved away from home – maybe into a college dorm, or an apartment of your own or maybe it was moving in with a significant other and sharing space outside your parents home. Or maybe it was something else entirely. What milestones signified your search for independence?
I guess I stepped up to being independent in 1972, which was a difficult year for me.
I was 16 and right in the middle of my ‘O’ levels,  we had family problems and I found myself very much on my own. So much else was going on but no-one seemed to have any time for me and I was kept in the dark as apparently everyone wanted to ‘protect’ me.
Had I known, I would probably not have been so upset, confused, and eventually resentful because I would have understood the reasons why my Mum was never home when I got in from school and why we would never live in the house my Dad was building for us.

I grew up very fast that year, and left school in July having sat 5 ‘O’ levels and eventually being notified of passing 3. Disappointing, but not surprising under the circumstances.
I landed a job at the local gas board and was earning pretty good money for the year. I budgeted and worked on the rule of thirds……… a third to Mum for my keep, a third to savings, and the rest was mine.
I didn’t have much of a social life, lost a lot of weight which nobody noticed, and generally kept myself to myself.

I got married in 1977 which turned out to be a big mistake, separated after three years and got my decree absolute the month before my fourth anniversary. I’d moved back into the parental home and in October 1981 I announced I was going to quit my job and move in with a guy and his two young kids 75 miles away. I still see the way the fork stopped halfway to my Dad’s mouth before continuing. My parents were surprised but never said I couldn’t or shouldn’t do it, and Dad said it would always be my home, but I could not expect to come and go as I pleased if relationships went wrong. I know now that he never approved of my partner and as things turned out, he was right about him and I had been used for what I could provide. He never said I told you so though.

When things turned sour and I had my breakdown, I was very much on my own again to fight my battles, but I had a good GP and a supportive boss and a year later, Dad and my brother turned up outside the house with a van and I moved out.
I left the place clean and tidy, the laundry up straight, a meal cooking on timer and Easter Eggs in the cupboard. I’m not proud of the way I left, and although the family knew I was going to my parents that day, they had no idea that this time I wasn’t coming back. Funny thing about it all was that the first thing the Ex wife asked was who was going to look after the kids?

My brother took me and the dog in, and priority was to find a job, which I did in 2 days through a temp agency.  I was made permanent within a month and stayed with the bank for over 12 years, having two promotions and for the last five years was a financial analyst, a job I adored as it was all number crunching.  Money was always tight and I was working three evenings at the dog track to meet my financial commitments, which is more than Ex Partner did, so the bills mounted up over the two years it took for my solicitor to get a court order to make him sell when he refused to buy me out.

Hubby and I have been married over 30 years and been together 32. We are a couple, a pair, a twosome, an ‘US’ but two independent people who could manage on their own should anything happen to the the other. Hopefully that won’t be for many years yet.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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18 Responses to Throwback Thursday #9 – Independence

  1. Maggie says:

    Di, that’s a lot of growing up in a very short period. I will never understand why adults are not straight up with children because the sense of something broiling under the surface is often worse than the reality of the situation. We all choose what seems right at the time, don’t we? (My dad never told me ‘I told you so’ either.) I’m glad you ended up where you did and that you have 32 years under your belt. Independence is important in every stage of life. Thanks for joining in again.

  2. Thanks for joining in Di. It seems like you had your fair share of learned independence. I always applaud women who decide being independent from a bad situation is better than staying. Good for you. I am happy that you found Mr. Right. Many you see many more joyful revolutions around the sun together.

  3. Sadje says:

    You grew up fast at the age of 16. A tough time for you Di so early on. I’m glad you found the best guy for you.

  4. murisopsis says:

    It is always interesting to see how others managed to fledge. I graduated, got a job and an apartment and was on my own. But never really without a safety net – my grandparents and cousins lived in the town I moved to. My parents visited my grandparents regularly and I made the 3.5 hour trip back to the parental “nest” frequently since I had braces and had to see the dentist once a month!

    • I think I’ve turned out OK. Moving away from the parental home town in 1981 was a good thing, even if it didn’t work out, but I learned a lot about myself and capabilities.

  5. Carol anne says:

    Wow Di! You have had a lot to deal with in liffe! 🙂

  6. So glad you managed to leave all that misery behind!

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