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    An Ordinary Extraordinary Life
    An Ordinary Extraordinary Life
    An Ordinary Extraordinary Life
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    An Ordinary Extraordinary Life

    By Claire Eves

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    Let me take you on a journey through the life changing experiences that have made me what I am today. From bullying at school, the death of my mother and the demise of a long term relationship. The feeling that pushed me to the lowest point in my life and how I managed to come to terms with everything and continue with my life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateFeb 15, 2012
    ISBN9781456782924
    An Ordinary Extraordinary Life
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    Claire Eves

    Born in a small seaside resort in Lincolnshire, Claire grew up in and around Sutton-On-Sea, she is 40 years of age and a Registered General Nurse on a Neonatal Unit. Inspired by her own life she decided to write about her experiences to overcome her own heartache.

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      An Ordinary Extraordinary Life - Claire Eves

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      © 2012 by Claire Eves. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      First published by AuthorHouse 02/09/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4567-8350-1 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4567-8292-4 (ebk)

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      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

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      Chapter One

      An Ordinary Extraordinary Life

      Silence is golden or so they say, and so that is when I began to note all of my thoughts, experiences and feelings, during my ‘silent time’. On top of a hillside, in my car, behind some straw bails so no one would see me and disturb me, my time.

      An opportunity to reflect and maybe one day move on from all of this and leave it behind. They say that everyone deserves a little happiness in life, how can you be happy when you have been so sad for so long? So many people keep telling me I have done the right thing by leaving. If it is so right then why does it feel so wrong? And why does it hurt so much? I have finished relationships before after too long and only felt relief, this time though, all I feel is pain, hurt and a deep sorrow. Maybe by writing all of this down I will be able to weigh everything up and tip the balance and finally feel relief. I only hope so for my sake, for if I do not, I will never truly recover and ‘bounce back’ into the real world and get on with my life.

      Do not get me wrong, not all of my life has been bad, far from it. The opportunities and experiences that I have had, most would never see in a lifetime, even those skeletons in the old closet, too many to think about, maybe it is time to throw away the key.

      So where did it all start? Certainly not here, near Louth, near the public amenities site or to us old skip hoppers ‘the pit’. That is another story though.

      I was born in Whitby, Yorkshire and grew up in Sutton on sea, Lincolnshire. Both seaside resort ‘towns’ (I use the term town loosely, more for those that know either or both of these places), that half sprang to life in the summer season and died again for winter. They are both out-of-the-way towns, the type of places where if you had no car you would be lucky to get public transport to the next village never mind anywhere good, and then you would probably find it impossible to get back again.

      Growing up in this environment led to me wonder why on earth people wanted to go there on holiday when there were far more interesting places even in England. I mean, they are not the most exciting places in the country, but the number of people that congregated towards these little seaside resorts during the summer meant that for this period of time, the population increased three fold.

      I have always worked hard, even as a child, starting a paper round at the age of 10 and quitting at 16 or 17 years of age following a depressive episode, my first, when a combination of tiredness and stress first beat me and I ran away from home. I look back and laugh, most kids would have just left but me? I had to take my violin (in case I needed it and I had promised my tutor I would take care of it), and enough clothes to last a lifetime had fashions not changed and I had not grown. Strange actually, I believe I was actually larger then than now (size 12 as a teenager and a size 10 now).

      I never saw myself as good looking, too many instilled negatives in my brain I suppose. I could not have been as bad as I thought as I won Miss Mablethorpe, Miss Lincs, Miss Haven for Whitby to name a few, my only failures being Miss Devon Sands, and a second bash at Miss Lincolnshire. I should not have been so greedy, and it was here I found out why my parents protected me from the modeling scene. A lot of back biting and if it was not ‘your turn’, you did not win. My success, to my credit, was at a point when the shows were not fixed and based on merit only, not by who or what you know.

      Not long after gaining Miss Mablethorpe, I over heard one of my classmates (who incidentally used to call me a spotty grease ball) discussing me in not so favorable or flattering terms. Far from me dispelling the somewhat popular belief that I was an ugly spotty grease ball that no one liked, it somehow had the totally opposite effect and led to comments such as ‘I do not know how she won’—unbelievably from a boy and not a girl. Bizarre looking back at this that it was a boy. I now hold a strong belief that men can be a lot crueler than women.

      I never had a boyfriend at school, not that I had no friends that were boys, far from it, and quite the opposite. Many of my friends were boys, got on better with boys than girls. An attribute I thank my three brothers for, as undoubtedly this fact had a major contribution to my ability. I never really got close to many girls; I found your worst enemy started out as your best friend, and have been bitten on more than one occasion by a so called ‘best friend’.

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      I do have one friend from primary school I still know and meet at those all important times in life, Jo is her name. She moved away from Sutton-On-Sea when she was only about 6 or 7. A devastating blow to me at the time as she was my first ‘best friend’, and it was hard enough to find anyone your own age in the village never mind someone you became such good friends with. Maybe that is why we formed such a relationship over the years, never forgetting each other and always ending up meeting at some function (a bit like four weddings and a funeral).

      The last time we met was on a happier occasion, she had met a young chap and was marrying him while she was working as a Kylie Minogue look alike, he helped her to take this one step further and made a career of it. Now she is expecting her first child and looks so happy, about time too.

      Admittedly, I was over the moon for her, it had been such a long time since she had looked so well, so happy, and so gorgeous. Previously she had looked so ill, undernourished and gaunt. It was the first time I could honestly say to her ‘My god you look so well’ to which she replied ‘My God, you look so thin’, strange how things turn out in life, how things become twisted become the opposite.

      We had our fall outs, as all good friends do, the hazard of knowing each other so well, and that goes for relationships as well, and that is the main reason I started writing this book. Sometimes you can know someone that well that you know they are never going to change even with the best will in the world. For example, if you truly love someone, should you consciously need to make an effort to be nice to them? Don’t answer that one, I already know deep down in my heart. That is just one of the comments I do remember being told on more than one occasion.

      Back to my friends at school, for whatever reason, I always ended up on the wrong side of the fence whenever I palled up with females. My most memorable examples come from Grammar school. On this occasion I chose what I felt was right and ended up fighting with a girl at the bus stop. Violence has never been an answer for me, more because I loose control and hurt people. A girl had started pushing me as the bus came and I remember some nasty comments about me prior to the ‘incident’ and that had already made my blood boil. So I pushed back, I then got told by her ‘mate’ not to push following a push from her then another push so I pushed, you get the picture I am sure. Suddenly, I found myself being spun around and the ‘mate’ hit me in my face, and I lost my temper completely. I remember thinking at the time ‘right that’s it!’ so I grabbed her around her throat and squeezed as hard as I could, while she was pulling my hair. She flailed her arms wildly and I pulled my arm back with the intention of hitting her as hard as I could possibly hit. In return I found myself being dragged off and pulled back by some 6th formers and being told to ‘break it up’.

      This must be one of the loneliest times for me, I could not talk to my parents, my brothers did not believe me, even my twin brother who had been waiting for the same bus had not noticed the episode and as for the teachers, they are not even worth a comment. So I became quieter than normal, introverted, very sad, angry, and frustrated at the whole situation. I hated school from that moment, which is a shame really as at

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