Lonely Within a Marriage

by B.W. Knight

Becky is beautiful kind and lonely. All she wanted was to be loved and respected. Far from home and so very young, Becky’s life takes a tragic turn, when her first love commits suicide. She then meets Sam, whom she hopes will fill her life with love and happiness. However, Sam’s spiteful cruel mother has other ideas.

Unknown Binding

First published May 1, 2014

About the author

As you already know my name is Bridget,

I was born and raised in southern Ireland,

I am one of twenty-one children,

I was born into a poverty-stricken family, and when I say poverty-stricken I mean just that.

We had no running water neither did we have any sort of sanitation, or electricity in our house.

I have had a lot of heartache in my life and seen far too much misery in my lifetime.

I have traveled far and wide taking in countries like India, staying in Delhi, New Delhi, and whilst there I visited the Taj Mahal. The Golden Temple and lots of other amazing sites.

Nepal, I have been on one of the best mountain flights in the world around Everest, on Guna Airlines in Kathmandu. I have been to the Gambia in Africa. The place where the author of Roots, Alex Haley’s great, great, great Grandfather Kunta Kinte, was kidnaped from, and transported to America.

I have visited Sydney, and whilst there I had the pleasure of a conducted tour of the Sydney opera house where I watched the performance of Swan Lake.

We traveled from Sydney up to Brisbane, and beyond in a Campervan.

I have visited Auckland New Zeeland three times.

I have been to Thailand, Singapore and other places in Aisha.

I have traveled around America and seen some amazing places like Hollywood, Miami Washington New York and of course I visited the Niagara Falls in Canada. I also stayed overnight in a Log Cabin in the Grand Canyon.

I have traveled all over England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and I have traveled to most places on the Continent like Switzerland, Italy, Germany, Luxemburg, Holland, Spain, Portugal, Cyprus, France, and lots more places.

Without having suffered hardship, or struggles in life, I don’t think I would have been able to write because I wouldn’t have had anything to write about. And as Jeffrey Archer once said, being able to write doesn’t make you a writer it is being able to tell a story.

For the best part of my life, I could hardly read or write, and as for writing a book well that idea never crossed my mind.

I enrolled in a creative writing course at Westminster Collage around 15years ago! I died a thousand deaths when they handed me an enrolment form, I was asked to fill it out, of course, I had a panic attack and nearly run out the door when I realized that they wanted to know about my qualifications, what qualifications, I haven’t got any, I left school barely able to write my name. I thought to myself as soon as they realize I don’t have any qualifications that will be the end of it. I thought it was silly of
me to have such notions, but I thought well I’m here now so I will try my best and fill it out. So I calmed myself down, but at the same time, I’m thinking I can’t sit in with all those well-educated people, the thought of it half frightened me to death. But anyway I bit the bullet and took another look at it. Again I calmed myself down and thought of my late parents Kitty and Willie Walsh. I felt that they would have been proud of me enrolling on such a great course, I then thought to myself oh what the heck, so I just put two lines right across the page and wrote in NONE.
I was shocked when I realized that they had accepted me on the course.

But my embarrassment didn’t stop there.
I really was struggling, and when it came to spelling Chelsea I couldn’t, so I got my Mobil phone out of my bag, and held it under the top of the desk and called my son, and in a low voice asked him to spell it for me, but the joke is I was living there at the time!

I persevered, and here I am now with two novels and one Autobiographic behind me.

Reviews

[John Brooke · Rating 5 out of 5]

A lonely young wife shares her life with all women readers. The writer narrates her story through buckets of tears and a London fog of cigarette smoke. This is a non-stop stream of consciousness, written in the contemporary vehicular of working class Londoners. The ordinary trails and tribulations of wives and mothers achieve heroic proportions, domestic dramas that many women feel and the author so accurately expresses them. There is a Joycean quality to the writing and I also found the work reflective of Marcel Proust's intimate narrative of the personal detailed minitua in Swann's Way.

Despite the plethora of everyday hardships the young heroine Becky, achieves her dreams in the end. A good story that any open minded male could read and marvel at the awesome intricate workings of the female mind.

[Jenn · Rating 1 out of 5]

One star for summary to make me believe this story would be like "the unwanted wife" ...unfortunately it wasn't...