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From a new life in spain, to an old life in britain, 'roaming brit' documents uncertain times!

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On 31st January 2016, my partner and I left Southampton to start a new life as Expats in Gran Alacant, on the Costa Blanca. This blog will document our journey, as we navigate the Spanish system, travelling a path untried and untested. With Brexit looming, political turmoil in Europe and an unpredictable future, harsh decisions have to be made. Illness, family bonds and a Change of heart all make for challenging times in a life of a 'Roaming Brit!'

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Family

21/4/2015

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My relationship with my family has always been difficult.  Many of the reasons, I have described in earlier Blog entries briefly.  Let me first say, that presently, I have no contact with my parental family, or my family on my Mothers side.  The choice for having no contact was mine and is something I am happy with.

I really don't know where to start, where my family are concerned.  They are so different from other peoples, that I have become very depressed about this subject alone, on a regular basis, all the time in fact.  It is a great source of anguish that the people I grew up with as a child, should act so terribly towards myself and my partner!

As a child, I loved my Grandmother, on my Mothers side, deeply.  I probably still do, despite her passing away recently.  I hadn't seen her, or that side of my family, for maybe 15 - 20 years.  I felt unable to be in the company of people who had damaged my mental health in the past.  

It is difficult to describe how I felt as a kid, but I will try.  My Grandmother and Grandfather were typically old-fashioned, judgemental and hurtful, without necessarily knowing it.  I knew my sexuality was different at about the age of eleven. At that time I spent a lot of time with my Grandparents and realised how anti 'everything' they were. My Grandfather was extremely racist and anti-gay.  He was an old Tory in every sense of the word.  He went shooting and hunting, watched wrestling and was very opinionated  on every subject.  To be honest, he was everything I wasn't.  At that early age, I knew they were going to end up, not liking who I was.  I had a lot of fear and I suppose, it was then I first remember feeling depressed.  My Grandmother, really had no voice on such matters, and just followed by example.

I remember going to their house on a Saturday.  I would go shopping with Mother and Father in the morning and would descend on my Grandparents home afterwards. Every Saturday, the same thing would happen.  All the family would be there - Uncles, Aunts, Cousins and even my Great Aunt, who lived next door.  They were family people and there was always someone with a new baby, or a Marriage on the cards.  They were a large, traditional family.  I remember my Mother showing me a newspaper clipping as a child.  It was describing how we were the largest family in Hampshire at the time.  The family was vast.

The Armed Services were also running throughout this side of the family. My Mothers Sister had married a member of the SAS, her other sister had married a member of The Royal Navy, and my Mother had married a Socialist.  There was trouble there straight away,  Saturday afternoons would often turn into a time for arguments, due to my Fathers lack of Tory values.  Politics was always a difficult subject; during those afternoons, the conversations could be terribly anti-gay and always racist, in a way I found difficult to reconcile with my own thoughts and feelings as a young teenager, growing up with homosexual thoughts.  I felt alienated, ashamed and disgusted with myself.  Those feelings have always remained with me, even today, that is how much effect they had over my mental well-being!

I stopped talking to this side of my family after my Father had a AVM, about fifteen years ago. It happened on the day they were moving home and moving in with my Grandparents for a while, while arrangements for their new home were being finalised. He was recovering in a house, with people he really did not like.  They even said the AVM was probably his own fault.  It was the excuse I needed to move away from them and their bigoted views.  It only takes a trigger as they say, that was the one that pulled me away finally.

So what of my Fathers parents.  Well they were completely different people.  My Grandad Eric was in The Merchant Navy.  He had worked with homosexuals all his life. He wasn't bigoted and of course travelling around the World all his life, had opened his eyes to different people and cultures.  He loved a drink and enjoyed every aspect of life and I truly loved him.  When he died of Parkinson's  disease, probably about twelve years ago now, I spoke at his funeral and broke down in tears, whilst trying to get my words out!  My Grandmother had some of those words put on his headstone.  That meant a lot.

My Nanny Violet, Eric's wife died not so long ago,  she was 90 when she passed away. She also died from Parkinson's disease. She was glamorous, loved to party and always completely young at heart.  
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Sadly when she died, she only left something to one Grandchild, despite having six. My Nan, just like me, could be vengeful.  If you were not close to her, you would know it. She was quite vocal about her feelings and always made them clear.  Despite loving her dearly, there will always be something inside me, wondering why she did what she did in her will.  That will be the enduring stigma on my memories of her.

Finally, my Mother and Father.  Two people who have devoted their lives to one another.  People who show very little emotion.  Two people who rarely invited me and my partner to their home, two people who turned a Christmas invitation down from me, because they would rather spend EVERY Christmas with my Brother, and didn't have the guts to tell me.  Two people who when I was in Hospital through suicide and Doctors were expecting the worse, rejected me to my partners face. Two people who have watched me struggle with mental illness, without understanding.  Two people who watched Darrell and I struggle all our life, without offering any support.  Two people who I can't forgive for being at least in part, responsible for my current state of health!  Strict, overbearing, obsessive and unable to show the love I needed.  That's my Mum and Dad!!!

My Brother is everything I am not.  A successful Teacher, partnered with Children, sporty, wealthy and probably everything they desired.  I was always compared to him and it damn well hurt.  He is also arrogant, nasty and vicious and I never want to see him, ever again.  

So there you have it, my messed up family and me.  What a great bunch eah!  At least now, the only family I have and need is Darrell.  There rest of them pale into insignificance, compared to someone who has shown me nothing but unconditional love and who is as hurt as me, where the support of my family is concerned!  No you can't choose your family, sadly, but Darrell and I chose each other and my friends will always remain my family.  
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