|By Roderick O'Conor (1860 – 1940)|
We were never happy, had to marry him. They said 'you'll have to pay for your fun,' but I never had any fun. Not up against the back wall; him drunk forceful.
Most of the time he was out there. But I paid the price when he came back, yes I paid the price.
He was jealous, for a long time I never knew what about. I never had any time to make him jealous, what with all the young'uns he forced on me. Nothing I did could please him, no nothing. So I decided to give him something to be jealous about. That's when I fell in love for the first time. Not some pretty lad for sure; he was older; set in his ways; and kind. The bast I was going to get.
I was going to divorce him when he came back. We were going to go somewhere, anywhere, away from the sea, start a new life, in a town. And there are not many who will take on another man's children.
But he never came back. The only time I wanted him back he never came back. What could I do? I was still married and no one will wait forever, not round here.
He's out there somewhere. He left me but I never got rid of him. It's too late now; all I can do is look out there.