10 years ago, after the ex did the dirty on me, I arrived back in the UK, aged 51 years, with a rucksack, 180 quid and a park bench to sleep on.
The need for the continuing respect of my precious son...9 years old at the time was enough to galvanise me into action, stop feeling sorry for myself, and go out and work like

to provide a home for him to visit me at, rather than a hostel for down and outs.
A year later I had 3 cars, including 2 TVRs, money in the bank and a lovely cottage out in the country for him to come and stay every weekend and for holidays. That same year I also took him to Disneyland in Florida.
Where there's a will, etc.
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