Imagine you're a woman. This will be easier for some of you than others, obviously. Enjoy the easy, it's about to get harder.
You're widowed, and you've been on your own with your kids for a long time when you meet a man. He's charming and funny. He compliments you and makes you feel better than you have for a long time. There's a very attractive dynamic energy about him. He's got the gift of the gab. Better than any of that, he loves you.
You get married. A bit after that, you have a daughter. He dotes on her: it's pretty
clear he thinks she pukes sunshine and poops rainbows. He's a wonderful father to her. He can't spend enough time playing with her. He doesn't read to her, he tells her stories, wonderful made-up stories about an invisible orange leprechaun called George whose job is to look after her. He'll come home after a day at work and let her ride around the lounge on his back. And alright, he spoils her a bit, but obviously only because he loves her......You can stop imagining now, because that wasn't your story. It's a story that's happening somewhere, though, right now. All the time.
The Women's Refuge Appeal is collecting on the 24th and 25th of July.
You can slip them a twenty via their website right now.
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